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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.
Eyes in the Walls Watched Her Sleep
The Night the House First Looked at Me I was eleven years old the first time I realized the house was watching me. It wasn’t a ghostly figure at the foot of my bed. No shadowy woman in white. No bloody handprints or heavy footsteps in the hallway.
By Fazal Hadi2 months ago in Horror
No Welcome Home?
It had been several weeks. Thank God the monster goddess has not come, as she promised. She probably knew she wouldn't be welcome. In the meantime Ivory and I began to get along very well. She was a good girl, just about a woman, with a good sense of humor. She had many friends on this small island nation…some human and some not. I didn’t have the nerve to ask which was which because I didn’t want to know. I had come here to escape all of the news and confusion and it was working.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore2 months ago in Horror
The Voice Note I Received From My Sister, Two Days After Her Funeral.
The Voice Note I Received From My Sister, Two Days After Her Funeral. Grief makes you hear things. That’s what the therapist told me. She said it’s common for the bereaved to hear the voice of their loved ones in the wind, or imagine their footsteps in the hallway. It’s the brain’s way of coping with the sudden vacuum left by a person’s existence.
By Noman Afridi2 months ago in Horror
My New Night Shift Job Has 3 Simple Rules. I Just Broke Rule #2.
My New Night Shift Job Has 3 Simple Rules. I Just Broke Rule #2. I needed the money. That is the only sentence that can accurately explain why I took this job without asking enough questions. When your landlord is knocking on your door for rent and your bank account is in the negatives, you tend to overlook the red flags.
By Noman Afridi2 months ago in Horror
A Summer Alone in the Dorm
The summer break was just a few days away. Trains were already full to the brim, buses tickets were sold out at a fast rate and the campus looked as if it was going down with the ship since it was getting emptied very quickly. Everyone was in a hurry to get home.
By Rubaiat Tanzim2 months ago in Horror
The Ghost in the Voicemail
the first voicemail came on a Tuesday afternoon, the kind of gray, unremarkable day when nothing feels real anyway. I had just parked my car outside the grocery store. There were melting frozen dinners in the backseat and a half-finished coffee that had gone cold hours ago. I wasn’t really paying attention to anything—certainly not my phone.
By TariqShinwari2 months ago in Horror
