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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 Last Train to Nowhere (Part 4)
Before the sun had even sunk beneath the horizon, Julia Parker found herself back at the station, the old railway platform bathed in the thick, dusky haze of twilight. A restless breeze, laden with the scent of rust and decay, swept through the derelict structure, causing the ancient timbers to creak as though the station itself were drawing a weary breath. Her heart pounded with both anticipation and fear—fear that gnawed at the edges of her curiosity, yet propelled her forward with every step. There was something dark here, a presence that had grown more palpable with each of her visits. And tonight, she was determined to confront it.
By Black Roseabout a year ago in Horror
The Creek Remembers
The town of Hollow Creek had always been quiet, a place where people lived simple lives and kept to themselves. Tucked away in a forgotten valley, it was surrounded by thick forests that whispered in the wind, and a river that wound through the town like a lifeline. But something was wrong with the creek. It had been for as long as anyone could remember, though few dared to talk about it.
By MD shezan Hossanabout a year ago in Horror
**"The Last Broadcast"**
In the small, quiet town of Waverly, nestled between dense woods and fog-covered hills, there was a radio station known as WVRL. For decades, it had been a local fixture, offering a mix of classic tunes, weather reports, and the occasional heartwarming story. But on one particularly cold October night, it would become the epicenter of something far more sinister.
By MD shezan Hossanabout a year ago in Horror
Becoming Beast
My mood, once an extraordinary and fleeting element, was now a beast of its own, prowling just beneath the floor, looking forward to the slightest provocation to strike. And while it did, it left destruction in its wake broken friendships, harming emotions, and the sour taste of remorse. It was extra than simply anger, although. something deeper, greater primal, became awakening inside me. My senses sharpened, my body felt stronger, greater effective. I'd capture myself in the reflection sometimes, gazing at the person who seemed lower back at me. changed into that definitely me? My reflection appeared off, as even though my eyes had been darker, more holes.
By Shamshath Begamabout a year ago in Horror
Sarcophagus
an X-shape, wrapping around them before pinning them to my chest, as well as quickly wrapping around my legs, binding them together and immobilizing them. The wrappings started to cover my neck, my face, and my entire head. I could feel the soft bandages covering my mouth and tightening around it. I threw my body weight left and right, and then finally forward in a last-ditch attempt to dislodge myself from the back of the sarcophagus, pulling this way and that with my bound arms. But I was stuck and could only watch in horror as the heavy lid slid over the opening, sealing me inside with a dull "thud" sound, though not before I could muster one final muffled cry through the heavy bandages over my mouth.
By Yogesh Sawantabout a year ago in Horror
JUST PLAYIN'
Sadly, we were leaving the coastal waters of the Atlantic and nearing the safety of the warm, peaceful waters of the Mediterranean Sea. We were to cross through the Tangier Peninsula and pass the legendary Straits of Gibraltar next week. Our great adventure was almost over and it had been everything we had hoped for.
By Tina D'Angeloabout a year ago in Horror
My Horror Night: A Glimpse Into the Unknown
It was supposed to be an ordinary night. A night like any other, where the mundane rhythms of life lull you into a sense of security. But that night was anything but ordinary. It was a night that shattered my belief in what was real and what was not, leaving me with a memory that haunts me to this day.
By Renu Vermaabout a year ago in Horror
