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The Patient Logs
PATIENT ID: A-093 Name: N/A Age: Approx. 32 Condition: Temporal Identity Recurrence (TIR) Date of Admission: Unknown Log Entry #1:
By Atif khurshaid6 months ago in Horror
THE GHOST IN THE CODE - PART 3
THE GHOST IN THE CODE - PART 3 The victory was sweet, but its aftertaste was laced with a quiet, persistent fear. The "Town Pulse" kiosk was a monument to their defiance, and the community's embrace was a shield. Yet, Noah would sometimes catch himself staring at it, not with pride, but with a coder’s paranoia. He saw a surface, a user-friendly interface, and knew all too well the invisible, data-hungry claws that could scrape and analyze the sentiments it collected. He had built a village square, but part of him couldn't stop looking for the snipers on the rooftops.
By Homepinx6 months ago in Horror
The Black Lung Communion: How a Surgeon’s Journal Sparked a Demonic Outbreak
CHAPTER 1: “THE BREATHING X-RAY” The air in St. Hedwig’s records room smelled of yellowing paper and regret. It was a scent Dr. Liam Evans had grown accustomed to over twenty years of service, but tonight, it felt different. Thicker. As if the walls themselves were holding their breath.
By Tales That Breathe at Night6 months ago in Horror
THE GHOST IN THE CODE - PART 2
THE GHOST IN THE CODE - PART 2 The buzz inside Pages & Prose was a symphony Elena thought she’d never hear again. It wasn’t just the murmur of conversations or the ring of the old-fashioned cash register; it was the sound of a heart restarting. For weeks, the shop thrived. The story of the tech-wizard who returned a library to save a bookstore was a potent local legend, fueled by a beautifully human-interest piece that, notably, never mentioned VeriTech by name. Noah had become a permanent fixture, his sleek laptop now sharing a desk with her leather-bound ledger.
By Homepinx6 months ago in Horror
My Mirror Isn’t Just a Reflection—It’s Watching Me
Most people think of a mirror as a simple object—a piece of glass that reflects your face, your body, your surroundings. A tool for vanity, a check before leaving the house, nothing more. For me, it was never that simple. For me, my mirror became something else. Something alive. Something that didn’t just reflect me but studied me—watched me with a patience that was both chilling and deliberate.
By Abdulahad Khan6 months ago in Horror
The House That Whispers
The taxi dropped Mira off in front of the old Caldwell House, a sprawling Victorian estate that crouched at the edge of the woods like a waiting predator. She pulled her scarf tighter against the icy wind and stared at the broken shutters that flapped like wings.
By INFO INSIDER 6 months ago in Horror
SCP-173 – "The Sculpture". Content Warning.
SCP-173 – "The Sculpture" Item #: SCP-173 Object Class: Euclid Special Containment Procedures: SCP-173 is to be kept in a locked container at all times. When personnel must enter SCP-173's container, no fewer than three may enter at any time, and the door is to be relocked behind them. At all times, two persons must maintain direct eye contact with SCP-173 until all personnel have vacated and relocked the container.
By E. hasan6 months ago in Horror
THE GHOST IN THE CODE CHAPTER 1
Logline: When a reclusive AI developer falls for the spirited owner of a dying bookstore, they must bridge the gap between analog hearts and digital worlds to save her legacy—and their unexpected love.
By Homepinx6 months ago in Horror
The Smiley Face Murder Theory: Coincidence or Coordinated Killings?. Content Warning.
At the center of their controversial investigation was a chilling pattern: graffiti near many of the death sites, often depicting a crude but unmistakable smiley face. From this detail, the Smiley Face Murder Theory was born — a theory suggesting that dozens, perhaps even hundreds, of young men across America had not drowned by chance, but had been stalked, drugged, abducted, and murdered by an organized network of killers.
By E. hasan6 months ago in Horror
The Room Number 313
When I first moved near the university, I was desperate to find a place I could actually afford. Prices were insane, but then I saw an ad that seemed almost too good to be true: “Small room for rent, cheap price, available immediately.”
By subah alenzi6 months ago in Horror
The Room With No Windows
When I first moved into the old apartment building downtown, the landlord gave me one rule: “Don’t go near Room 6B.” I thought he was joking. The place was falling apart anyway—peeling wallpaper, flickering lights, and creaky wooden floors that groaned under every step. Why would one room matter more than the rest?
By subah alenzi6 months ago in Horror
The Taxi Ride I Wish I Never Took
I had always taken late-night taxis in the city, but something about that night felt wrong from the start. The rain poured in thick sheets, and the streets were almost deserted. When the old yellow taxi stopped for me, I felt a chill crawl up my spine, but I forced myself inside.
By subah alenzi6 months ago in Horror