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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 Apartment Above:. AI-Generated.
I had lived in my rental for nearly three years in advance than I found something uncommon. It have turn out to be a modest area— rooms, a small kitchen, and a balcony that neglected the street. The building itself become vintage, the sort of structure that creaked on the identical time because the wind blew too hard, however it had person. My buddies were quiet. For a long time, it felt like domestic.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Horror
That Same Old Refrain
Misery or Missouri. I'm sure there's a bad pun there. As two local boys with long-established heritage in the state, we knew better than most how easily small town existenz can chew you up and spit you out. Strum, strum, strum, strum, strum, The strumming reverberated from the banjo upon my father's lap through the floorboards to my soul. ingratiating into me a sense of ... Nothingness. Seems I hear those banjos playin' once again, Hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, That same old plaintive strain. As boys we felt the growing strain of Arrow Rock living. Moonshine tainted blood passed from generations supped on from the Ozarks. Hear that mournful melody, It just haunts you the whole day long, And you wander in dreams back to heaven, it seems, When you hear that old time song. Recounted and recalled as. Something like naustalgea. Hush-a-bye ma baby, go to sleep on Mommy's knee, Journey back to paradise in dreams again with me; It seems like your Mommy is there once again, Even after she disappeared in Marvel Cave or was it Taberville Prairie. Memories are so fickle, so lost on plaintive strain of existenz. And the old folks were strummin' that same old refrain. Binaurally as we waved hush-a-bye to our childhood Thomas looked like Mommy did. Then. Nothingness. Too late. Too beyond. I was once. Aware. But awarenez dissolved. Way down in Missouri where I learned this lullaby, When the stars were blinkin' and the moon was climbin' high, And I hear Mammy Cloe, as in days long ago, Singin' hush-a-bye.
By Paul Stewart2 months ago in Horror
When the Past Calls for a Ride: Ghost Passengers of the Tōhoku Tsunami
A Disaster That Still Echoes It’s been nearly five years since the devastating Tōhoku earthquake and tsunami struck Japan on March 11, 2011. The magnitude 9.0 quake triggered a massive wave that reached 133 feet in some places and pushed more than 6 miles inland.
By Areeba Umair2 months ago in Horror
8 Cursed Objects Still Haunting the World Today
Sometimes people leave behind memories, legacies, and occasionally… nightmare-fuel objects that ruin lives. You’d think that if something brings disaster, illness, hauntings, or death, humans would immediately destroy it.
By Areeba Umair2 months ago in Horror
