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Horror fiction that delivers on its promise to scare, startle, frighten and unsettle. These stories are fake, but the shivers down your spine won't be.
The Elevator That Only Stops For One Person. AI-Generated.
The hospital elevator had six floors. Everyone knew that. Ayaan worked the late reception shift, 8 p.m. to 4 a.m., when the corridors emptied and the building sounded less like a hospital and more like a memory trying to breathe.
By shakir hamidabout 15 hours ago in Horror
I Knew it. Content Warning.
It was an ordinary day for Joaquín. He was walking calmly down the street when, suddenly, with the screech of brakes, a car stopped beside him. Two men jumped out, grabbed him, and after a brief struggle forced him inside, not before Joaquín—his voice breaking—let out a couple of desperate screams for help.
By David de la Riva Agüero Vegaabout 20 hours ago in Horror
The Whispering House. Content Warning.
It was a cold and rainy evening when Emma decided to finally visit the old house at the end of Willow Street. Everyone in the town had warned her not to go there. They said it was haunted, that strange noises came from inside, and that no one who entered stayed the same afterward. But Emma was always curious. She wanted to see it for herself and maybe even discover something no one else had noticed before. With a small flashlight in one hand and her notebook in the other, she stepped onto the wet cobblestone path that led to the house.
By Sudais Zakwana day ago in Horror
The Room That Was Never Locked. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
I moved into the old apartment because it was cheap and close to my college. The building stood quietly at the corner of a narrow street, its walls dull and tired, as if it had seen too many lives pass through it. The landlord was an elderly man with slow movements and sharp eyes. When he handed me the keys, his grip tightened for a moment, as if he wanted to say something but chose not to.
By Sudais Zakwana day ago in Horror
The Last Thing He Said
I couldn’t remember the last thing my husband said in my dream. I remembered it later. She was sitting in the driver’s seat of her car, the engine running, the rest stop ahead swallowed by night. Darkness pressed in from all sides. She didn’t question why she was there. She had the calm, unshakable certainty that she was waiting.
By Erica Roberts 2 days ago in Horror
The House That Corrects You. AI-Generated.
The first time the house corrected me, I thought I was tired. I came home late, dropped my keys on the table, and kicked off my shoes. When I returned to the hallway a minute later, the shoes were neatly placed side by side, toes facing the door.
By shakir hamid3 days ago in Horror
The Second Shadow
Once upon a time, in a distant town, there lived a young boy named Musa. Musa was a responsible and careful boy who paid attention to even the smallest details of his belongings, from his shoes to the buttons on his clothes. But more than anything, he cherished his shadow. He understood that he had only one shadow, and it would stay with him for life. Whenever he walked, he made sure it stayed clean and undisturbed. If he passed through dusty areas, he would hurry so that his shadow would not get dirty.
By Sudais Zakwan4 days ago in Horror
