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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 Doorbell That Rang at Three:. AI-Generated.
It started as a small disturbance, some thing smooth to brush aside. every night, at exactly three o’clock in the morning, the doorbell rang.
By The Writer...A_Awan3 months ago in Horror
Flash Fiction - Interdigital
Nathan cursed as he hopped out of bed, the sound of his cat vomiting snapping him out of peaceful slumber. The moment the sole of his foot connected with a fresh pile of feline feculence, he knew he should have put on his slippers first.
By John Watson3 months ago in Horror
The Midnight Alarm:. AI-Generated.
The alarm rang in the dead of night. It wasn’t the shrill hearth drill that students had been used to, nor the well mannered chime of a college bell. This sound became deeper, heavier, almost steel — as if the constructing itself became crying out.
By The Writer...A_Awan3 months ago in Horror
The frosted window:. AI-Generated.
The school were deserted for years, its walls cracked, its hallways plagued by dust and damaged desks. but one room remained strangely intact.
By The Writer...A_Awan3 months ago in Horror
The Tower Without Light:. AI-Generated.
The town skyline glittered with neon and glass, but one constructing stood aside. in the dead of night, with out fail, its lighting fixtures died. ground with the aid of floor, window by way of window, the tower sank into blackness at the same time as the relaxation of the city pulsed with existence.
By The Writer...A_Awan3 months ago in Horror
The Midnight Station:. AI-Generated.
The educate station changed into deserted. middle of the night had come and long past, yet Tiela stood by myself on the platform, clutching her coat tighter in opposition to the cold. The lamps flickered, casting lengthy shadows across the cracked tiles.
By The Writer...A_Awan3 months ago in Horror
The Silent Class Room:. AI-Generated.
The college became empty whilst she arrived. The corridors stretched long and hollow, their walls echoing with the faint hum of fluorescent lights. It was a ways too early for college kids, but some thing compelled her to liberate the study room door.
By The Writer...A_Awan3 months ago in Horror
Is the Ouija Board a Game or a Gateway?
Here's a question for everybody: Are Ouija boards a harmless toy or an instrument of extreme horror that you should never, ever play with? You might be surprised to learn that Google predicted the modern version of the Victorian-era "spirit boards" would be a sellout this Christmas. The search engine confirmed the game is one of the top trending gifts on its price comparison list this year, likely due to the recent release of an Ouija horror film. I’ll tell you exactly which side I’m on: It is not a toy. I believe this is one of the most terrifying things ever, and I totally think that playing with it can open some sort of doorway to the spirit world. You know, there’s a Chinese saying that goes: "It’s easy to invite a spirit, but making it leave is difficult."
By Areeba Umair3 months ago in Horror
the midnight train to tomorrow
the midnight train to tomorrow The first time I saw the train, I didn’t think it was real. It was one of those nights where the world seemed to pause, the air so still it felt like it was holding its breath. I had wandered out of my apartment without thinking, restless, drawn by a quiet unease I didn’t understand. The streets were empty, the lamps casting long, slanted shadows that seemed to sway just a little too much. And then I saw it: a train at the far end of the station platform, steam curling like silver smoke from its engine, lights glowing softly, impossibly warm in the darkness.
By Zikra3 months ago in Horror
The Last Door Should not be Open
Daniel Rowe always believed the farmhouse he inherited from his grandparents was just old—nothing more than rotting wood and forgotten memories. He moved in only because he couldn’t afford anything else. The house sat miles from town, wrapped in fog-thickened silence, its windows like blind eyes staring into the forest.
By Code Tech3 months ago in Horror
The Woman in White
Edward was driving along a back road on his way home from the All Hallows Eve party. The forested area was dark and seemed extra gloomy. The trees wilted more than usual, a light fog hung in the air, and the moon itself seemed to be hiding away. Even the car’s headlights were in a state of melancholy, illuminating the winding road ahead much less than Ed would have liked. He sat stiff in his seat. He had made this drive a hundred times before, but tonight at the clock’s third hour, it felt unusual, unsafe, unhinged.
By Eric Boring3 months ago in Horror
"The Faceless one Follow"
The first time Ava heard the whispers, she was walking home from school along the narrow dirt path that split through Briarwood Forest. The wind was calm that day—too calm. Even the birds seemed to hold their breath. She almost convinced herself the sound was just leaves rubbing together, but leaves didn’t hiss her name.
By Code Tech3 months ago in Horror