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Haunted locales and houses of horror from the Amityville home to the Tower of London; travel tips for those seeking a trip filled with fun and evil.

The Motel at the End of Route 13
Every guest vanishes—but their names appear years before they’re born. They say the sign only lights up for those who are meant to vanish. On nights when the desert wind howls across Route 13, the flickering neon glows blood-red against the sand—“Vacancy.” But the strangest thing? The register already knows your name.
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror
Watching horror films can burn up to 200 calories, the same as a half-hour walk.. AI-Generated.
Thrills and Fitness: How Watching Horror Movies Can Torch Calories Like a Workout Picture this: you're plopped on the couch for a night of chills but are actually burning calories as if you hit the gym. That's right: watching horror movies can jack up your heart rate and burn as many as 200 calories in just an hour, which is the same burn you'd get from taking a half-hour walk. This secret workout comes from your body's natural fear response, turning passive viewing into active energy use.
By Story silver book 2 months ago in Horror
The Man in the Corner of Every Mirror
When Claire moved into her new apartment, she loved everything about it—the tall windows, the creaking floors, even the faint smell of old wood that lingered in the walls. It was her first place alone after years of roommates and noise. She liked silence.
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror
The Library of Forgotten Faces
The first thing Emma noticed about the town of Windmere was how quiet it was. Not peaceful quiet—hollow quiet. The kind that swallowed footsteps and made every breath sound too loud. She had arrived that morning for her internship at the town’s historical archive, tucked behind the main square.
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror
The Motel at the End of Route 13
The rain had been chasing Daniel for three straight hours, blurring the highway lines into liquid streaks of white. His wipers beat a useless rhythm against the windshield, struggling to clear the downpour. The GPS signal had died twenty minutes ago, leaving him alone on Route 13—a cracked two-lane road that cut through endless black fields and rusted fence lines. His gas tank light blinked red. He cursed under his breath, praying for a sign of civilization.
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror
The Day the Shadows Returned
The first time it happened, the town thought it was a storm. The sky darkened before noon, thick gray clouds swallowing the sunlight, and a strange wind swept through the streets—cold but heavy, as though it carried something unseen. Birds vanished from the trees. The air felt charged, restless.
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror
The Lantern of the Dead Road
The rain fell in thin, endless lines, turning the world into a blur of silver and shadow. Nathan Reed’s hands tightened on the steering wheel as his car tires hissed over the slick asphalt. The road ahead was empty, winding through the countryside like a black ribbon vanishing into fog. His phone had no signal, his gas tank was nearly empty, and the nearest sign of life had been twenty miles back.
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror
The House That Forgets You
The house was too quiet when Daniel arrived, its silence so complete that even the crunch of gravel beneath his shoes felt like an intrusion. He had come for peace, that’s what he told himself. After the city, after the noise, after the failed relationship and the job that had hollowed him out, the small countryside home seemed perfect. The rental listing described it as “a charming, secluded property ideal for those seeking solitude.” Solitude was exactly what Daniel thought he needed.
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror
The Town That Forgot Its Name
The first thing Thomas noticed when he arrived was the silence. Not the comfortable kind of quiet you find in small country towns, but the kind that feels deliberate—like the air itself was holding its breath. The sign at the edge of town was blank, its paint peeled and faded, only the wooden post still standing.
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror
Room 306
The Desert Pine Motel sat on the side of a forgotten highway, its neon sign flickering between red and dead. Travelers only stopped there when they had no choice—when their cars broke down or the night stretched too long and empty. The rooms were cheap, the paint chipped, and the silence too heavy.
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror
The Mirror That Knows Your Thoughts
It started with whispers. Not loud ones, not even clear—just faint murmurs that seemed to crawl through the room whenever Emily stood in front of her new antique mirror. She had bought it at a flea market in a small coastal town, drawn to its dark wooden frame carved with swirling ivy and strange symbols. The seller, an old woman with pale eyes, had smiled when Emily admired it.
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror
The House That Waited for Winter
Elliot Crane didn’t plan to stop that day. He had been driving aimlessly through the Vermont countryside, the late November air thin and gray, searching for something he couldn’t name. The trees stood bare, skeletal, and the sky had that flat white color that promised snow.
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror