Horror

The Lantern in the Fog
The fog settled over the village like a blanket soaked in silence. At first it was gentle, wrapping the streets in a quiet hush. But as night deepened, it thickened into something heavier, almost alive, crawling along the cobblestones and slipping into the cracks of every home. It was not the kind of fog that simply blurred the edges of things. This fog carried a chill that touched the marrow, a weight that pressed on the heart, and whispered doubts in voices that sounded eerily familiar.
By Sound and Spirit4 days ago in Fiction
Too Death to us Part.
This is a love story- or is it a ghost story? Liv and Adam had this beautiful relationship; They had the most cliché relationship. They met in pre- kindergarten and became best friends. By their senior year of high school, they finally became the cutest couple. Graduating as high school sweethearts.
By Jen Phillips4 days ago in Fiction
The Pfister sisters and other God-blessed heroes . Content Warning.
Blessed are the poor in spirit, for they will have absolute revenge. Blessed are the meek, for they will be terrible with strength in the Lord. Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will take nourishment from the wicked. Blessed are the pure in heart, for no evil shall stand against them.
By Sam Spinelli4 days ago in Fiction
The Dust Bunnies are Revolting!
Seeing the loose way people use the word “hate” these days, I guess can say that I hate a lot of things. I hate soggy spinach. I hate dark rooms. I hate visiting relatives I don’t like, just because they’re sick. But nothing, nothing matches the hate I have for dust bunnies. They are vile, evil little things. I will do everything I can to wipe them out.
By Kimberly J Egan4 days ago in Fiction
Warnings in the Wind
January 24th. Today is Michael's 32nd birthday. Even with the dark, gloomy weather that usually comes this time of year, nothing can ruin the excitement I have for tonight's birthday dinner. We have plans to meet at this beautiful restaurant on Main Street, Martha’s Exchange. It started as just a candy shop in 1936 and has now grown into a full eatery and brewery, with little pieces of history throughout the place. Very fancy, which also means very expensive. So we agreed to keep it for a special occasion. I just can’t decide what I want to wear. We've been looking forward to tonight for so long I can’t just dress casually. My Uber is ten minutes away, and that’s only making me ten times more stressed. I quickly throw on a short black dress, take the rollers out of my hair, which reveal beautiful effortless blonde curls, and throw on my winter boots. I’m not naive to the fact that the boots throw off the entire outfit, but it’s the middle of winter in New England for Christ’s sake. I’m in such a rush to catch my Uber that I almost forget to say goodbye to Church, the newest addition to the family. A little black Persian kitty that Michael got me last week to keep me company while he’s away on those long business trips. We agreed on Church thanks to our mutual love of Stephen King. As silly as it may sound, she’s helped me more than I expected. Cats really do seem to have a sixth sense and know when you’re struggling. Just having her around has brought me so much comfort, and we’ve become best friends in such a short amount of time. I say my goodbyes, quickly throw on my winter jacket and scarf, and hop into my Uber.
By Brandy F4 days ago in Fiction
Welcome Back
Hazel came back to sell the house, not to stay. After spending her whole childhood feeling trapped, that distinction mattered.
By Steph Marie4 days ago in Fiction
Nothing to Fear
I hated walking past that mirror. Not only was it ugly but there was something about it that I couldn't explain. An eerie feeling. Like I shouldn't even have that mirror in my house.
By Jasmine Aguilar4 days ago in Fiction
Looking from the Depths
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. It had been a favorite place for all these months. Or was it years? Time had less meaning when the seasons stuttered to a halt and the routines fell by the wayside.
By Stephen A. Roddewig4 days ago in Fiction
The Thing by the Window
Richard was sitting by his friend, as he slept in the guest room. This time, he didn't want to leave his side. Whatever had happened earlier, he was going to make sure that Eddie was there with him. Surely there was some kind of logical explanation for the other Eddie he had seen. Richard believed that perhaps he was getting Eddie's crazy, but how could he rationalize that full on conversation he had with his friend?
By Emy Quinn4 days ago in Fiction
They said my daughter was next. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The night air was heavy. We were walking back from my daughter’s school recital, holding hands, cutting through a shortcut I had taken a thousand times. Then, shadows detached themselves from the wall. Four men. Maybe five.
By I don't sleep4 days ago in Fiction
The Third Teacup . AI-Generated.
"The clock has struck three, the coffee is cold, and the shadows are beginning to speak. Welcome back to the desk of The Night Writer, where the stories are brewed in the dark."
By The Night Writer 🌙 4 days ago in Fiction
Fate is Funny like that
A tall, lanky figure sped through the night, impossibly gaunt and running faster than should have been possible—an inhuman speed.
By Alicia Anspaugh5 days ago in Fiction