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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 Last Light on Willow Creek
Willow Creek, Montana, didn’t look like the kind of place where nightmares lived. From the highway, it seemed peaceful—mountains in the distance, tall pines swaying like they were whispering to each other, and a narrow gravel road leading to a handful of houses, a diner, and a closed-down mine that everyone pretended didn’t exist.
By Iazaz hussain3 months ago in Horror
Whispers in the Fog
The village of Kharband was known for two things: its endless blankets of thick white fog, and the strange silence that fell after sunset. No matter how loudly children laughed or how far the goats wandered, the moment the sun slipped behind the mountains, the entire valley grew so silent that even the wind dared not whisper.
By Iazaz hussain3 months ago in Horror
Pathogen: Ch. 18
It didn't feel as if Marnie had been sleeping long when a light, persistent jiggle on her shoulder woke her up. With a sleepy grumble, she curled tighter to Julian's side, peeking open one bleary eye instinctively. Bianca was standing over her. The other girl looked as tired as Marnie felt, her expression calm and deeply apologetic. Marnie's face arranged itself in a grumpy grimace as she looked around their crappy little motel room. The place wasn't on fire; the feds and/or cops weren't banging on the door; Zombie Trevor was still sitting contentedly on the floor in front of the TV, watching Simpsons reruns and pigging out on beef jerky.
By Natalie Gray3 months ago in Horror
The Portrait
Hunter stood warily in the foyer of the grand old house, a drop of condensation clung stubbornly to his forehead. As he peered around, an unsettling feeling grew in his chest. The doors swayed gently back and forth of their own accord. Light breezes of warm and cool air seemed to duel with each other in the open space. He could swear the walls were writhing, pulsing, as if the house itself was breathing.
By Eric Boring3 months ago in Horror
The Clockmaker’s Last Hour
In the heart of an old bazaar, tucked between a spice shop and a forgotten bookstore, stood Rauf’s Clockworks, a tiny shop filled with ticking, chiming, and humming clocks. Some were antique, some handmade, and some—according to rumor—were not entirely from this world. Rauf, the elderly clockmaker, had spent his whole life repairing time, second by second.
By Iazaz hussain3 months ago in Horror
SEASON 5 - Whispers from the Lantern: The Keeper's Lament
Chapter 9 The Keeper's face, a distorted, screaming mask of despair, was trapped behind a single, glass lens. He was a man who had lost everything, who had been betrayed by the very thing he had sworn to protect. He was a man who had lost his soul.
By Tales That Breathe at Night3 months ago in Horror
Strange Caller
When investigating the Sinner Killer of New York, Detective Henry Stark got an alarming phone call which nearly ended the whole case: "Hello." Henry answered the phone. "Whose your favourite serial killer?" The strange voice replied. "What? Who is this? Pranking the police is a serious offence!" "I'm the one you've been looking for." "You're... The Sinner Killer?" Henry gasped, rushing to his feet and beckoning other police officers to track down the caller's location. Henry could hear Sinner clapping his hands over the phone line. "When did you get so smart!" The voice laughed. "Why did you do it?" Henry asked. "Well... Why the fuck not?" The Sinner replied. "Because it's evil!" Henry snapped. "So is everyone else in this god forsaken city!" Sinner growled, sounding like some wild, rabid animal, "everyone's a sinner, even you Detective Henry Stark!" "So you think murder is the answer?!" "Yes!" "No." Henry shook his head, growing impatient, his fellow police officers were struggling to find the killer's location, keeping this psycho on the line was going to be difficult, sickeningly; Henry had to entertain the killer's disturbed ideals, "but... Why don't you enlighten me?" Sinner laughed in reply; "ok, Detective... I kill because we live in a world of faithless, sinful, greedy and disgusting people. There are gangsters and pimps. Whores and perverts. They're everywhere, around every street corner and they don't deserve to live." "Why do you say that?" Henry asked, trying not to vomit. "I just told you!" Sinner growled, "you're a bit slow ain't you?" Henry held his breath, trying not to scream in anger, he eyed the other officers, they were still tracking the phone call. "Cat got your tongue?!" Sinner giggled creepily. "I'm speechless!" Henry chuckled weakly, pretending to be impressed. "Now you see my genius!" Sinner replied, his voice sounded happy, as if smiling. "Yes I do." Henry almost gagged, entertaining this freak was torture. One of the cops in Henry's office nodded at the detective, indicating that they had finally found the killer's location. Henry grinned. "You're on smart cookie!" He said to Sinner. "I really appreciate that, Detective. Really I do. Oh yes I do!" "Tell me how you kill them?" Henry asked, as a whole squad of armed police men exited the station, they were heading towards the phone booth now where Sinner was calling from. "You already know that, Detective." Sinner replied, "you've seen my work." "Oh yeah..." Henry forced a laugh, "I like the time you beheaded that prostitute." He lied, and it hurt his soul to even say such a disgusting thing. "Oh did you? That little piece of lust deserved everything that came to her!" Sinner laughed, then came the sounds of police sirens in the background of Sinner's phone call, "well... It was nice talking, Doc. But I gotta go!" "NO WAIT!" Henry cried, but Sinner already hung up and fled. The police couldn't find him, he had disappeared, realising the boys in blue were on their way.
By Joseph Roy Wright3 months ago in Horror
