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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.

Everyone Gets a Turn
The Guess Who? board had been turned face down when Noah found it. It sat beneath the guest bed, half-buried in dust and spiderwebs, its red plastic warped as if it had been left near heat. When Noah flipped it over, the board opened by itself with a soft, eager clack. Rows of yellow doors stared up at him.
By Christina Nelson about a month ago in Horror
Coming and Going (Part 4). Content Warning.
She came easily enough. I told her I thought I saw that girl who was missing. Those eyes looked almost through me, but just in time, I remembered to use the Jedi mind trick, and I stopped them from seeing things they shouldn’t. I knew she was from the dark side by that shrill edge in her voice, even when she was all have a nice day and God bless and all of that phony shit people say but don’t mean.
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Horror
The Godfather King (Part 3). Content Warning.
I felt terrible after I hid Polly’s ribbon in my cigar box that I keep under the loose floorboard in the corner where you climb out to the rope swing. If you climb way out on that branch, you can see in Heather Reynolds’s bedroom window. Well, it’s not her window anymore. Her family moved away after the fire, which wasn’t my fault. I used to watch her and her boyfriend in the afternoons before her parents got home from work. She used to babysit me sometimes, before the fire. The fire wasn’t my fault.
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Horror
Looking through Glass. Content Warning.
Darkness. Everywhere, darkness. I can't open my eyes! Why can't I open my eyes? My eyes feel like they're sewn shut, but I think they're just caked with something that's tearing out my eyelashes when I try to pry them open. Same difference in the moment, big difference in the end. My clumsy, cold fingertips claw at the crust until the tears flow freely and I can see reasonably well through the deluge.
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemistabout a month ago in Horror
The Haptic Void
The rain in Seattle hadn’t changed in 2025. It was still the same gray static, washing over the city like a low-resolution texture refusing to load.
By Nguyen Xuan Chinhabout a month ago in Horror
A Wish He Wished He Could Unwish
Putin came to, standing buried in hot coals. Unable to move, open his eyes or mouth, and suffocating from fire and smoke, he felt unbearable pain everywhere in his body.
By Lana V Lynxabout a month ago in Horror
The Unsent Plea
Arthur hated old houses. Not hated like a strong distaste, but hated like a deep, visceral revulsion. Especially this one. Aunt Mildred’s place. Three generations of dust and neglect, all settled into sagging floorboards and wallpaper peeling like sun-baked skin. He hadn't seen Mildred in twenty years, not since he was a kid and she’d tried to feed him a sandwich she swore had been blessed by a squirrel. So, when the lawyers called, mumbling about an estate and an attic full of "sentimental value," Arthur knew what "sentimental value" really meant: trash. Mountains of it.
By HAADIabout a month ago in Horror
Bad Luck, No Mercy
The box was older than the rest of the games in the thrift store—its corners soft, the colors faded to a sickly pastel. CHUTES AND LADDERS, the lid read, smiling children frozen mid-laugh.
By Christina Nelson about a month ago in Horror
Bus Stop (Part 2). Content Warning.
Have you ever noticed the stop signs on the corners where the school bus stops? The shadows fall in different places at different times of day, different times of year, and they change in shape and size, but the signs stay the same. Sure, they get dirty and dented and rusted, but they keep the same height and shape, not like the children.
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Horror
The Monster You Don't. Content Warning.
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. The premise of the game was simple. Contestants were placed in a colosseum with an unlocked exit door and a bloodthirsty monster for twenty-four hours.
By Call Me Lesabout a month ago in Horror
Until There Was One
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window—one and only one. One final beacon."
By Call Me Lesabout a month ago in Horror
The Haunted Tower of London: Dark History, Ghost Stories, and Royal Tragedies
For almost a thousand years, the Tower of London has loomed along the River Thames as one of the most recognized—and spookiest—sites in the United Kingdom. Originally constructed by William the Conqueror in the 11th century, the Tower was first and foremost a fortress designed to secure Norman domination of England. However, as the Tower grew and matured as a structure and as a symbol of British history, it would come to serve many purposes simultaneously— royal residence, prison, treasury, armory, and even site of execution—no wonder it is associated with so many stories of ghosts and otherworldly experiences.
By Kyrol Mojikalabout a month ago in Horror