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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 Last Message
It was 2:14 a.m. when Ayan’s phone vibrated under his pillow. At first, he ignored it. Nights had become heavy for him—hours spent staring at the ceiling, trying to drown memories that refused to fade. Memories of her. The way she laughed with her whole face, the way she always warmed her hands on a cup of chai before drinking, the way she said his name as if it carried some hidden softness only she could hear.
By hamad khan3 months ago in Horror
The Mystery of the Last Message
It was 12:47 a.m. The lights in the room were off, and Arian lay on his bed, staring at his phone. Outside, November’s cold wind tapped softly against the windowpane. Most people were asleep at this hour. But Arian couldn’t sleep.
By ABDULLAH AL LOKMAN3 months ago in Horror
The Room That Time Forgot
The Room That Time Forgot A family drama about grief, memory, and the strength to open the past. Rain tapped gently against the roof of the old house, each drop sounding like a quiet knock from another time. Salman stood at the main gate, holding his small travel bag, staring at the home he had not visited in years. His childhood lived here. His laughter echoed in these walls. His memories had roots in every brick. But life had taken him far away, pulling him toward city noise, work, and responsibilities that slowly disconnected him from his past.
By Salman Writes3 months ago in Horror
“The Tree That Watches After Dark”. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
SECTION 1 — When Bhairavpur Held Its Breath At first glance, no one would ever believe that Bhairavpur hid such a deep terror inside its chest. In the morning, the village looked reborn—bathed in sunlight that made the golden tips of the paddy fields shimmer. Women laughed as they washed clothes at the pond. The smell of boiling milk drifted from the tea stalls. Cowbells rang as animals walked lazily down the dusty road. Children rode their bicycles to school, shouting and teasing each other.
By KHANHORROR3 months ago in Horror
The Last Elevator Ride: The Unsettling Mystery of Elisa Lam
The strange thing about some mysteries is that they don’t start with a scream or a crime scene. They begin quietly, almost too quietly, and then grow into something no one can forget. The case of Elisa Lam is one of those stories—simple at the start, almost routine, and then suddenly so disturbing that Americans still revisit it years later, as if hoping this time the ending will change.
By The Insight Ledger 3 months ago in Horror
