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Interviews with authors, film directors and horror snobs of all kinds; conversations that will unsettle, and shed light on all things dark and mysterious.

The Jinn's Widow on the Mountain Road
I was driving home alone after a long business trip. The road wound through tall mountains cloaked in darkness, and storm clouds had gathered above like a warning. I thought if I sped up, I might reach home before midnight.
By Noman Afridi10 months ago in Horror
I Paid $10 for a ‘Haunted’ Doll on eBay—Now I Can’t Sleep
It started as a dare. My friend Dylan and I were deep into one of those late-night YouTube spirals—paranormal investigations, ghost hunters, creepy Reddit stories—when he turned to me and said, “I bet you won’t actually buy one of those haunted dolls.”
By MALIK Saad10 months ago in Horror
The Jinn’s Daughter in the Mountain
It was meant to be a simple trip—just me and my friend Faisal, exploring the serene beauty of the northern mountains. We had packed light, brought a camera, some snacks, and hearts full of excitement. The fresh air, the towering trees, and the echoing silence of nature made it feel like we had escaped the world.
By Noman Afridi10 months ago in Horror
THE MIROR ATTACK STORY
🕯 Title: “The Mirror Man” It was midnight; Ria had been in her bedroom, comb-combing her hair in front of the mirror. And suddenly for a split second she could see behind her in the mirror, a tall, black man-like figure, but no face.
By S-T``A10 months ago in Horror
The Jinn Bride Who Came at Midnight
The Jinn Bride Who Came at Midnight A haunting tale of love, betrayal, and the unseen world --- The clock struck twelve.
By Noman Afridi10 months ago in Horror
The Reflection
Although everyone said that the old farmhouse was haunted, Maya did not think ghosts existed. She saw it as a new beginning when she got it from her distant grandma.
By Md Ripon Kha10 months ago in Horror
The Creepy Doll Contest Is Back—And It’s Time to Choose the Most Terrifying Toy
The Creepy Doll Contest Is Back—And It’s Time to Choose the Most Terrifying Toy A dark room. A broken chair. And in the corner sits an old doll—its glassy eyes staring right at you, as if trying to say something. If you’ve ever felt even a little uneasy looking at an old, worn-out doll, then get ready for one of the strangest and spookiest events of the year: The Creepy Doll Contest is back!
By Riaz hossin Rafi10 months ago in Horror
Top 10 Most Psycho Killer Movies.
1. The Silence of the Lambs (1991) Jonathan Demme is the director. Notoriety: This film introduced audiences to Dr., and it was a masterclass in psychological horror. Psychiatrist Hannibal Lecter, who was intelligent but cruel to animals. Why It Is Important: Acclaimed by critics and won the "Big Five" Academy Awards for Best Picture, Best Director, Best Actor, and Best Actress. Cultural Influence: The character of Hannibal Lecter became a cultural icon, influencing numerous depictions of smart villains. Psychological Depth: The film delves into the minds of both the hunter and the hunted, offering a profound exploration of human psyche.
By Krypton 10 months ago in Horror
Top 10 most Dangerous Horror Movies.
1. 1973's The Exorcist William Friedkin, director Notoriety: "The Exorcist," widely regarded as one of the most terrifying films ever made, has been linked to numerous actual events. Reasons for Its Danger: Reactions from the audience: Soon after the film's release, viewers reported fainting, vomiting, and even heart attacks during screenings. Production Curses: The set was beset by a slew of unfortunate occurrences, including an enigmatic fire that gutted a portion of the structure, injured cast members, and the deaths of several film-related individuals. Real-Life Inspiration: The 1949 case of a boy named "Roland Doe," who underwent a series of exorcisms, served as inspiration for the story. New York Post
By Krypton 10 months ago in Horror
The Love ❤
It was a late summer evening when Claire first met Eli, though neither of them knew it would be the start of something that would change their lives forever. Claire was sitting at the corner table in her favorite coffee shop, a spot she had claimed as her own for the past two years. The air was thick with the hum of conversation, the gentle clinking of cups, and the faint scent of freshly ground coffee beans. She was lost in a book, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of her mug, when the door chimed, signaling someone’s arrival. Eli stepped inside, his gaze scanning the room as he shook the rain from his jacket. He hesitated at the counter, unsure of what to order. His presence, though unremarkable in a crowd, had a certain quiet intensity that caught Claire’s attention. She glanced up over the edge of her book and noticed his hesitation, the way he lingered, as though trying to fit himself into the rhythm of the room. For reasons she couldn’t quite explain, she felt a pull to him, like a thread tugging at her heart. Maybe it was the way he wore his uncertainty so naturally, or how the world around him seemed to quieten whenever he entered a space. After a moment of contemplation, Claire stood and walked to the counter, her coffee in hand. “You look like you’re about to solve a great mystery,” she said with a smile, trying to make light of the situation. Eli blinked, momentarily startled, then chuckled. “I guess I am,” he replied. “I’m trying to figure out whether the latte or the cappuccino will make me feel more human.” Claire grinned. “You’re in the right place for questions like that. The cappuccino is more serious, but the latte is easier to love.” A moment of quiet passed between them, the soft hum of the shop wrapping around their conversation. Eli seemed to relax, his shoulders loosening, and his eyes brightened. “I’ll take the latte then,” he said. “I think I need something easy to love today.” As she paid for his drink and handed it over, something shifted between them. It wasn’t grand or dramatic, but there was a spark—subtle, unspoken, yet undeniably there. Claire didn’t quite know what it was, but she felt it. The next few weeks were a blur of coffee shop encounters—each time Eli seemed to appear just when Claire needed a break from the ordinary. Their conversations began to drift from casual exchanges about coffee to deeper musings about life, art, and the way time seemed to pass without us noticing. They shared stories about their childhoods, their favorite books, and the dreams they were too afraid to speak aloud. Each conversation left them both feeling a little more understood, a little more seen. One afternoon, as autumn’s chill began to bite at the air, Eli appeared at the coffee shop with something different in his eyes—something more certain. He slid into the chair across from Claire, his fingers curling around his cup as he smiled gently. “I’ve been thinking,” he began, his voice quieter than usual. “We’ve talked about everything under the sun, and I keep wondering… When was the moment I knew?” Claire raised an eyebrow. “Knew what?” “That you were someone I’d want to keep in my life,” he said softly. “That this, whatever this is, was real.” Claire’s heart skipped a beat, the words settling into her chest with a warmth she hadn’t expected. She placed her cup down, looking at him with a mix of surprise and understanding. “I think,” she began slowly, “it’s the quiet moments that tell you what words can’t.” Eli nodded, a silent understanding passing between them. The air around them felt thicker now, like the world was holding its breath, waiting for something to unfold. And in that moment, everything did. Without a grand gesture, without any dramatic proclamations, they both understood what had quietly been blooming between them. Love wasn’t always loud; sometimes, it was the gentle rhythm of two hearts finding their way to one another, piece by piece, day by day. As the evening wore on and the coffee shop emptied, Claire and Eli remained at their table, talking, laughing, and sharing the kind of silence that felt like home. In a world filled with noise, they had found something simple and real. A quiet love that, over time, would grow stronger, deeper, and more certain—just like the quiet rhythm of their hearts. Click here for more.
By Mr. nuR10 months ago in Horror
Trump rallies supporters in Michigan to mark 100 days in office. AI-Generated.
April 29, 2017 – Washington Township, Michigan – On a milestone day in his presidency, Donald Trump chose to forgo the traditional White House Correspondents’ Dinner and instead headed to the heartland to rally his base. The President marked his first 100 days in office in Washington Township, Michigan, with a combative, campaign-style rally that echoed the tone and themes of his 2016 presidential campaign. Thousands of enthusiastic supporters filled the arena, waving “Make America Great Again” signs and chanting slogans as Trump touted what he described as major accomplishments in his fledgling administration. “My administration has been one of the most successful in the history of our country,” Trump declared, drawing thunderous applause from the crowd. “We are keeping our promises to the American people.”
By Gobindo Kumar10 months ago in Horror
The Girl and the Darkness
Once upon a time, in a quiet village, there lived a young girl named Luma. She had bright eyes and loved to play in the sunlight. But one day, the sun didn’t rise. The sky turned black, and a deep Darkness covered the world.
By Ashikur Rahman Bipul10 months ago in Horror