Horror

Egg of the End
The excavation had been years in the making. Nestled deep within the sands of an isolated desert, the Temple of Aasha—the so-called “Womb of Eternity”—had long been a legend among archaeologists. Dr. Eleanor Voss and her team finally unearthed its secrets in the weeks leading up to Easter. At the heart of the temple lay the prize that would make history: an egg.
By V-Ink Storiesabout 9 hours ago in Fiction
Candy Curse
Easter was always the busiest season for Mathias Grayson, the famed chocolatier of the quaint town of Willowridge. His confections were renowned—velvety truffles, delicate pralines, and his pièce de résistance: intricately molded chocolate Easter eggs filled with hidden surprises. People came from miles around to buy his creations, enchanted by their taste and beauty.
By V-Ink Storiesabout 9 hours ago in Fiction
This is Why
Jenny hadn’t meant for this to happen. Alright...that was a lie. As soon as Jenny saw how close Steven was to the girl...Trina? Yes, as soon as she saw how close Steven was to Trina, Jenny knew Trina was going to get involved in some way. That it was only a matter of time before Steven told Trina how Jenny was haunting him. Jenny figured that Trina, being the good-natured, infatuated young woman that she was, would do everything in her power to help her boyfriend.
By Rebecca Pattonabout 17 hours ago in Fiction
A Child With A Broken Heart
Lisa used to be a free-spirited child until dark cloud and curses strike her life at an early age. Lisa was the apple of her father's eyes and also his pride and joy at an early age. Her dad was very controlling to her mother, and her mother would not have any of that. Lisa's mother moved to Florida to get away from a controlling man. Different people would babysit Lisa because her mother had to work to support them. There was no stable babysitter in 2-year-old Lisa of life.
By Mariann Carrolla day ago in Fiction
How to Fuck Around. AI-Generated.
Language is alive, and slang is often where it grows the fastest. Among the many expressions that have emerged and evolved over the last decade, few have captured the imagination—or the eyebrows—of English speakers quite like the phrase “fuck around.” At first glance, it seems crude, irreverent, and downright offensive. But dig a little deeper, and you’ll find that it’s much more than a simple expletive; it’s a linguistic mirror reflecting modern culture, humor, and social dynamics.
By Ayesha Lasharia day ago in Fiction
The Elevator That Stopped at Thirteen. AI-Generated.
The building I worked in had only twelve floors. Everyone knew that. The number thirteen was skipped entirely, like in most old office towers, out of superstition or habit. I had worked there for almost three years and never questioned it. The elevator buttons went from twelve straight to fourteen, and that was that.
By Sudais Zakwana day ago in Fiction
The Mirror That Blinked. AI-Generated.
I noticed the mirror on the second day after moving into my new room. It was tall, narrow, and leaned against the wall instead of hanging properly. I was sure it hadn’t been there when I first inspected the place, but the landlord insisted it belonged to the room. I didn’t argue. It was just a mirror, after all.
By Sudais Zakwana day ago in Fiction
Silent Fight
The palm of her hand connected with his cheek, the sound reverberating across the popular five star restaurant silencing the hectic bustling of the servers fluttering between patrons. All eyes turned to the fighting couple, but their eyes were locked on each other. Danson pulled out a chair, the twitch in his clenched jaw the only sign of fury, but his black eyes danced with a promise, 'wait till we get home'.
By Susan Loblaw2 days ago in Fiction
The Ghost Telegrams
The excerpt below was discovered in the case files of Doctor Apis Tahuti, psychoanalyst, paranormal investigator, and head of the Department of Psychic Research at Miskatonic University. It is the final entry in a much larger file on The Carrington Event.
By C. Rommial Butler2 days ago in Fiction
Blood on the Carpet
“Your blood is getting on the carpet,” she said. “Oh, I’ll clean that up,” I said. I went and got the mop and started to clean it up. I could hardly stand but the handle helped hold me up. I cleaned it up and put a new bandage on the wound.
By Raine Fielder3 days ago in Fiction
Ascension Day . Content Warning.
Welcome, everyone, to our coverage of one of the most important days in our calendar. Ascension Day. Stay tuned for a brief history lesson into when and why Ascension Day became so important, interviews with members of The Ascended, and all you could ever want to know about the Intake of 2086. We will speak to the individuals shaping our future and the families they will be assigned to life with.
By Paul Stewart3 days ago in Fiction
The visitor. Content Warning.
I awoke to a flickering light in the hallway outside my bedroom, and I could not, for the life of me, remember whether I had blown out the candle or not.
By Minou J. Linde3 days ago in Fiction