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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 Mystery of the Last Message
It was 12:47 a.m. The lights in the room were off, and Arian lay on his bed, staring at his phone. Outside, November’s cold wind tapped softly against the windowpane. Most people were asleep at this hour. But Arian couldn’t sleep.
By ABDULLAH AL LOKMAN2 months ago in Horror
The Room That Time Forgot
The Room That Time Forgot A family drama about grief, memory, and the strength to open the past. Rain tapped gently against the roof of the old house, each drop sounding like a quiet knock from another time. Salman stood at the main gate, holding his small travel bag, staring at the home he had not visited in years. His childhood lived here. His laughter echoed in these walls. His memories had roots in every brick. But life had taken him far away, pulling him toward city noise, work, and responsibilities that slowly disconnected him from his past.
By Salman Writes2 months ago in Horror
“The Tree That Watches After Dark”. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
SECTION 1 — When Bhairavpur Held Its Breath At first glance, no one would ever believe that Bhairavpur hid such a deep terror inside its chest. In the morning, the village looked reborn—bathed in sunlight that made the golden tips of the paddy fields shimmer. Women laughed as they washed clothes at the pond. The smell of boiling milk drifted from the tea stalls. Cowbells rang as animals walked lazily down the dusty road. Children rode their bicycles to school, shouting and teasing each other.
By KHANHORROR2 months ago in Horror
The Last Elevator Ride: The Unsettling Mystery of Elisa Lam
The strange thing about some mysteries is that they don’t start with a scream or a crime scene. They begin quietly, almost too quietly, and then grow into something no one can forget. The case of Elisa Lam is one of those stories—simple at the start, almost routine, and then suddenly so disturbing that Americans still revisit it years later, as if hoping this time the ending will change.
By The Insight Ledger 2 months ago in Horror
Whispers on Summerisle
I. The Island That Swallowed People Summerisle looked peaceful from the ferry—a quiet crescent of land surrounded by mist and gentle waters. Tourists called it charming. Locals called it home. But to Mara Willen, it was the last place her brother Jonah had ever been seen. He vanished on Summerisle six months ago. The police claimed he probably drowned during a night swim, but Jonah wasn’t the type to just disappear. He always called Mara, always told her where he was going. He was the protective one—her lighthouse during every storm. Now she was here to find out what happened. As she stepped onto the creaking wooden dock, the first thing she noticed was the silence. Not peaceful silence—forced silence. No laughter. No gulls. No wind. Just… stillness. It felt like the entire island was holding its breath.
By Sahir E Shafqat2 months ago in Horror
The Forgotten Monitor
The Beginning of the End Elliot Adams had always been the type of person to enjoy his privacy. He preferred the hum of his computer to the chatter of the outside world, the glow of his monitors to the faces of people. His apartment was small, tucked away in a quiet corner of the city, with nothing more than the faint thrum of passing cars to break the stillness. The walls were lined with bookshelves, and his desk, where he spent most of his days, was cluttered with papers and empty coffee cups. His two monitors sat at the center of it all, glowing with the dull intensity of endless lines of code. He was a freelance software developer—a job that allowed him to work from the comfort of his own space, a luxury he didn’t take for granted. Most days, his work was simple: update websites, debug programs, and write scripts. But lately, there had been something strange about the project he had been assigned. It started innocuously enough. A simple contract with an unnamed company—just another piece of work he could quickly finish and move on from. The task seemed straightforward: improve the security system for a monitoring software that tracked office usage. Nothing too fancy, no heavy lifting. But as he started digging into the code, something felt… off. For one, the system wasn’t just tracking office activity—it was tracking people. More than that, it was tracking thoughts. Their patterns. Their moods. The software was accessing data that shouldn’t have been available to anyone, not even the creators.
By Sahir E Shafqat2 months ago in Horror
