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What is Summerween?
Let's get things straight. Summerween is a lifestyle. But what is it? No it's not a specific date or traditional holiday but for those who love all things spooky having only one Halloween is simply not enough.
By Loey Buiskool4 days ago in Horror
The Echo in the Floorboards
The house on Miller Street didn't look haunted. It didn’t have sagging shutters or a bleeding foundation. It was a crisp, mid-century modern ranch with floor-to-ceiling windows and honey-colored oak floors. Elias bought it because it felt "transparent." After a messy divorce and a cramped apartment, he wanted a life where nothing could hide.
By Asghar ali awan7 days ago in Horror
Marine dark waves: The consequences of a dark bottom
The seafloor loses light nearly overnight, and coastal water can occasionally change from clear to hazy. Scientists can evaluate the timing, duration, and intensity of these underwater blackouts across regions thanks to a novel surveillance system. These blackouts can swiftly damage kelp and seagrass.
By Francis Dami7 days ago in Horror
The Clockwork Inheritance
The fog over Blackwood Manor didn’t just sit; it breathed. It clung to the jagged stone walls like a damp shroud, chilling Elias to the bone as he turned the heavy iron key in the lock. Elias was a man of cold logic a structural engineer who believed in blueprints, load-bearing walls, and the unyielding laws of physics. Ghosts, he often said, were merely drafts in old houses.
By Asghar ali awan8 days ago in Horror
Hell Without Fire: Why A Short Stay in Hell Quietly Ruined My Peace
Short introduction A Short Stay in Hell by Steven L. Peck is a very short novel, almost novella-length, but don’t let that fool you. It’s one of those books you finish quickly and then keep thinking about for way longer than you want to. It falls under horror, but not the usual kind. There are no monsters, no gore, no shocking twists. Instead, it deals with eternity, punishment, and what happens when hope is stretched way past its breaking point. It’s quiet, simple, and somehow deeply unsettling.
By Rosalina Jane15 days ago in Horror
Lideco Ghost Town Vietnam: Inside Hanoi’s Most Mysterious Abandoned City
Approximately 15 km to the west of Hà Nội city center, in Hoài Đức District, is one of the most fascinating ruin sights in Vietnam, which is the remnants of a large housing estate called Lideco Bắc 32. This location does not appear to be a typical residential area to tourists who visit there or those who hear of its existence; it is more of a ghost town.
By Kyrol Mojikal16 days ago in Horror
It Didn’t Creak at Night—It Spoke
Some places don’t wait to be haunted. They wait to be invited. When the house first spoke my name, I assumed it was the wind.
By Jhon smith17 days ago in Horror
The Man Who Appears Only When You Blink
Everyone in my town sees him—but only in the split second when their eyes close. The first time I noticed him, I thought it was just fatigue.
By Modhilraj21 days ago in Horror
5 Most Haunted Objects in History: From Annabelle to Robert the Doll
I have a confession to make: I am obsessed with European history, specifically castles. There’s something about a stone fortress that feels like a magnet for the paranormal. In my mind, every castle is haunted, usually by a lady in a white dress, a headless nobleman, or (the absolute worst) creepy ghost children.
By Areeba Umair22 days ago in Horror
The Last Call from a Dead Phone
I recognized the ringtone before I understood what I was hearing. It was soft, tinny, wrong—an outdated jingle I hadn’t heard in years. The sound crept through my apartment at 11:43 PM, threading its way into my bones before my mind caught up.
By Modhilraj22 days ago in Horror
My Reflection Started Blinking First
The first time it happened, I blamed exhaustion. I’d been working late for weeks, sleeping in fragments, living on coffee and half-remembered dreams. When I stood in the bathroom at 2:11 AM, staring at my own face under the harsh yellow light, it didn’t feel strange that my eyes burned or that the reflection looked slightly off. Fatigue plays tricks, everyone says that.
By Modhilraj22 days ago in Horror
The Train That Only Runs for the Missing
The train station wasn’t on any map. I found it by accident, following a shortcut home after a late shift, cutting through a street I’d walked past a hundred times but never down. The air smelled wrong there—stale, like rain trapped underground. At the end of the road stood a narrow platform lit by flickering yellow bulbs. A rusted sign hung crooked above it, blank except for peeling paint.
By Modhilraj22 days ago in Horror