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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.
Halloween Killer
Halloween is a special time of year, it means free candy and dressing up as your favourite fictional character. It is a holiday especially loved by those who love horror. However, once upon a time in Saint Francis, Milwaukee, there was a murder in the 31st of October unlike anything anyone had ever seen. A strange call was picked up by the police that night, at exactly 9:35pm. There had been a teenage house party that had already gotten out of control, young women were screaming in the background of the telephone call as the caller cried; "oh my god, there's been murder in my house! Somebody dressed in a Halloween mask and blue overalls, looking like something out of a horror film!" "Slow down, remain calm!" The operator breathed, "how many are injured?" "Injured?! Somebody's dead here!" "But nobody else was hurt?" "No!" "Ok... What happened?" "I think it was a guy, it might've been a girl, I don't know! They- they were dressed up head to toe, I couldn't make them out beneath their stupid Halloween costume." "You said they wore a mask, can you describe it to me?" "Ok, ok..." The caller calmed down, but the people in the background still cried and yelled in terror. "It was green, like a glow in the dark hockey mask... I think." "Ok, that's a good start. Is the killer still in the house with you?!" "I- I- I don't know!" The caller screamed. "Ok, lock you and your guests in a secure room. Please tell us your address and no matter what, stay on the line!" "Ok... Ok!" The caller told his address, then said, "everyone follow me, we got to hide someplace safe!" "Where are you all now?" The operator asked after a few minutes. "We're all in my bathroom, I locked the door." "Is the lock good?" "Not really." The caller sighed. "Well don't worry, we've sent two police cruisers to your home address, you must stay on the line but remain quiet until help arrives, do you understand?" "Yes..." The caller whispered, nervously.
By Joseph Roy Wright4 months ago in Horror
Whispers Beneath the Willow. AI-Generated.
There was a willow tree at the edge of the village — tall, ancient, and always trembling, even when the wind was still. No one went near it after dark. The elders said the roots were tangled around something not meant to be disturbed.
By shakir hamid4 months ago in Horror
What Would You Do For a Gallon of Sweetened Tea?
A tanna tree has been destroyed and, for the sake of my continued existence, I must plant another as soon as possible. For one of my age, tanna leaves make the only tea worth drinking. They filter the mana of the world into a product that can provide the sole sustenance that succors me. Made into a tea, sweetened just a little, it can make for a delightful afternoon drink, more than suitable for drinking by the pool in the bright noonday sun. After a few hours of recharging both body and soul, I can better refresh my mind in pursuit of my studies.
By Jamais Jochim4 months ago in Horror
My Big Fat Toga Party
It started with a knock. Kevin heard three raps on the door of the frat house and opened it. A corpse stood there waiting for him. Before he could respond, the corpse’s hand reached out for him. Tissue died where the hand touched Kevin, and the corruption spread quickly. In heartbeats, Kevin had lost his, replaced by cold, unfeeling flesh. He turned around and sought out doors within the house. The other corpse joined him. Within minutes the number of zombies had increased; as his frat brothers answered their doors, they were likewise taken and turned.
By Jamais Jochim4 months ago in Horror
The Message at 9:47
By Murad Ali Shah It started like any ordinary morning — the kind where you almost forget you’re alive because everything feels too routine. The alarm went off at 7:00 a.m., my phone buzzed endlessly with unread notifications, and the neighbor’s dog barked like he always did. I made coffee, burned my toast, and scrolled mindlessly through messages until one stopped me.
By Murad Ali Shah4 months ago in Horror
The Whispering Shadows. Content Warning.
The old house at the end of Hollow Street had stood abandoned for nearly fifty years. Its windows were cracked like spider webs, its roof sagged under the weight of forgotten years, and the wind that passed through its broken walls always carried whispers faint, chilling, and disturbingly human.
By Asghar ali awan4 months ago in Horror
Life at a Crossroads
Ian kissed his wife's necklace and then looked both ways before entering the intersection with his briefcase. He saw no traffic coming down the dirt roads; it was unlikely considering the stars above and the treeline in the distance. He took out his chalk and drew the circle.
By Jamais Jochim4 months ago in Horror
The Whispers Beneath the Lake
It was supposed to be a peaceful summer getaway. The kind of trip people take to forget the noise of the city, the tension of work, the exhaustion of existing. For Ava, the lake house her aunt left behind in her will was meant to be a place of healing. But the first night she arrived, she realized that peace wasn’t what lived there anymore.
By Iazaz hussain4 months ago in Horror
