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Stories in Horror that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Charlotte
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. Charlotte's nursery was in the room furthest from the door: up many stairs and down a long hall. There, she spent her early days keeping her nurses busy, filling diapers, throwing toys, screaming, and biting. But no number of stairs, length of halls, or thickness of doors could keep the music from reaching her ears. Fortunately, infants don't know what a door is, much less how to open one.
By Rebekah Conardabout a year ago in Horror
Invaded
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. Now here Nicki was, trying to open said black door with a large keyhole, in sharp contrast to the rest of the white house. Harsh footsteps and loud clashes continued behind her, evidence that the robbers were still in the house.
By Rebecca Pattonabout a year ago in Horror
The Angelic Beast. Content Warning.
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. The words blared through Shawna’s mind as she watched an all-white, angelic being become covered in dark red blood as it feasted on her husband. Hiding behind the pantry door, she couldn’t look away as she saw her husband slowly dying in torment.
By Marysol Ramosabout a year ago in Horror
On a Wing and a Prayer. Content Warning.
I started writing this as an entry into the SpookyMicro Challenge but soon surpassed the 300-word limit. I don't feel as though I can do it much justice if I slice and dice it down to qualify, though I might yet give it a go. So, here it is, in its original glory.
By Sian N. Cluttonabout a year ago in Horror
The Candidate
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. They were preparing the candidate behind it, and any disturbance could ruin the process and annihilate all of our dreams. They were sculpting every centimeter to be smooth and glossy. They were pouring in meticulously crafted slogans and soporific bromides and smiling cliches that would be deployed so deftly as to appear to be fresh and tasty. They debated for months about the color of the candidate’s eyes and hair and skin; about the candidate’s height and weight and gait and vocal tones.
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Horror
The Saint George
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. The building was old and in dire need of countless repairs, but the rent was cheap and I desperately needed to find a new place to live. The priest who recommended moving promised me that the paranormal activity would end. It didn’t. It made it worse.
By Kale Sinclairabout a year ago in Horror
The Room
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. A rule that was placed on a sticker next to it. My heart skipped as I tried to figure out how I got there. And how I was going to get out of this room. All that was in it was me. A small twin sized mattress that was laying on the floor. A dresser that had none of its drawers on it.
By Raphael Fontenelleabout a year ago in Horror
The Locked Door
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. The rule dated back generations, to when the only actual buildings in the area were lean-to shacks, and the door was the most solid thing around. The buildings were stronger, now; stone and steel and concrete, but the old doors remained, ancient oak banded with iron.
By Natasja Roseabout a year ago in Horror
