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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.

Isle of Serpents
Nathairden House materialised out of the crepuscule like a pale spectre, and I, Frederick Lewis, was struck by its singularity. Visibility this evening is dismal due to a griseous miasma coating the entirety of the surrounding marshland.
By Angela Goldsmith Author @Waterstones4 months ago in Horror
Demon With A Steel Hand
October 26, 1984 A sphere of chronal energy formed then dissipated, leaving behind a bent-over naked man. Bloody time travel and its constraints. He stood, dropping the clothes and other items he had brought with him. He dressed in his armor-plated clothing and then put on the holster and pistol, then finally threw on a trenchcoat, hiding the pistol. He then grabbed the monocle and fitted it over his right eye. He sighed, feeling much more comfortable. It sure would be nice to time travel fully dressed. Howard MNM walked off into the night.
By Jamais Jochim4 months ago in Horror
The Ballistic Gastropod
It's easy to ignore the small things in life. Until they become hard to ignore. It was out there. Somewhere. And I, Dov Shannon, was worried about when it would show up.
By Jamais Jochim4 months ago in Horror
Heavely Seas Chapter Sixteen. Top Story - November 2025.
Her boy… her youngest referred to Elodie as Lady Figgs. The deep tone from Heath alarmed her. What brought this on? Heath had difficulty expressing emotions towards things that held no interest to him, but he never called Elodie “Lady Figgs” before.
By Chloe Gilholy4 months ago in Horror
Bloodred Metamorphosis
Drip, drip, drip. That fucking faucet. Fuck it. Drip, drip, drip. The marching cadence for my descent inward provided an almost four-to-the-floor backbeat for my transformation.
By Paul Stewart4 months ago in Horror
Angel Meat
The streets of Grand and Robb stilled the Night. A lone homeowner descended with a trembling light. A black tarp split earth from might.
By Wesley C. Martin4 months ago in Horror
V/H/S Halloween is an Urban Legend Extravaganza
This is one of my favorite additions to the V/H/S franchise. I knew I was already going to watch it, since it was only going to be based on Halloween. I was not expecting every single story to be based on some kind of urban legend, and each segment was so awesome in its own way. The gore in this film was next level brutal, and no single person was shown any shred of mercy in any of these short films.
By Emy Quinn4 months ago in Horror
The House That Waited for Winter
Elliot Crane didn’t plan to stop that day. He had been driving aimlessly through the Vermont countryside, the late November air thin and gray, searching for something he couldn’t name. The trees stood bare, skeletal, and the sky had that flat white color that promised snow.
By Modhilraj4 months ago in Horror
Carnival: Alice In Darkness
Alice was a young 9 years of age. Whom would often be writing, filling page by page. She never knew the world outside her own. But despite how full her world was, she didn’t see the stone. It came out of nowhere and put her to sleep. The thing she heard before the dark was her mother’s shriek.
By Christopher Shavers4 months ago in Horror
The Whispers Beneath the Floor
When Arif moved into the old colonial house on the outskirts of Murree, he thought he’d found a bargain too good to be true. The owner, a frail old man named Mr. Nadeem, had practically begged him to take it off his hands for half the price of any other property in the area.
By Iazaz hussain4 months ago in Horror
Flickering Glow. Content Warning.
It said my name. It said it again. The voice was just as indistinguishable as hers— before she died, that is. I breathed heavily, just like they said not to do. I kept my television on, in hopes another alert would show up, saying it had been eliminated. Nothing. The voice was growing louder, louder than before. I caught a glance out the window. It wasn't there anymore. There was a black glow coming from the vent. That same black glow they warned us about. The glow surrounded the room, the voice at its peak. The television flickered, displaying, “RUN.”
By June4 months ago in Horror
The Cursed Game: Whispers from the Ouija Board. Content Warning.
It was supposed to be just another Friday night — four friends, a dusty attic, and a stupid dare. Lena, Mark, Jenna, and Chris gathered in the old house Lena had inherited from her grandmother. The air smelled of wood, dust, and forgotten secrets. While exploring the attic, Mark found an old wooden box. Faded letters carved across the top read: “OUIJA.”
By Haunted Secrets4 months ago in Horror