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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 Mirror Only Shows the Truth at Midnight
The mirror in the hallway was older than the house itself. It had belonged to my grandmother—a heavy, gilded frame carved with roses and vines that seemed to twist on their own in the right kind of light. When she died, it was the only thing she left me, along with a note that said, “Never look at it after midnight.”
By LUNA EDITH4 months ago in Horror
The Whispers Beneath the Floor
1. The Move-In When Arif and his younger sister Sana moved into the old colonial house on the edge of Abbottabad, they were just looking for a fresh start. Their father had passed away six months earlier, and the city’s noise was too much for them.
By Iazaz hussain4 months ago in Horror
Final Queens: Laurie Strode
“Hello Michael. I knew you’d come for me sooner or later…what took you so long?” - Laurie Strode. What would you do if you found out your older brother was a serial killer? Well if horror master John Carpenter was telling your story you’d be Laurie Strode.
By Joe Patterson4 months ago in Horror
Don’t Look at the Stars
It started with the lights. At first, people thought it was beautiful—the way the stars shimmered brighter than they ever had before. The night sky over the small town of Elridge Falls had always been dull, washed out by streetlamps and factory smoke. But on that particular October evening, it looked alive.
By LUNA EDITH4 months ago in Horror
The Photographer’s Last Frame. Content Warning.
The Photographer’s Last Frame Elliot Price believed that photographs could steal time. He said it once, half-jokingly, during a street photography exhibit years ago. But as the years passed, that joke began to sound more like a confession.
By Abdul Muhammad 4 months ago in Horror
Magda
In the shadowy, pine-filled countryside of Greece, there’s an old legend known to the older locals but half forgotten and unknown to the few young people living there. The legend centers around an eerie stone statue of a little girl named Magda, hidden deep in the local dark pine forest.
By Dimitris Galatas4 months ago in Horror
The Horse That Bore Bad News
Ciaohme plucked another daisy, smiling as she ran from daisy to daisy, plucking the flowers and putting them into her basket. Her mother watched, smiling at her daughter's industriousness. The young girl saw a pony, a beautiful roan, nibbling at the grass. She ran up to it and put her hand on it. The pony looked up at her; Caiohme saw the pony smile so she smiled back. The pony threw her head back; the girl found her hand was stuck to the pony. The pony galloped off. The girl screamed.
By Jamais Jochim4 months ago in Horror
A Hat of Silk and Lightning
The problem with building a snowman in the middle of a thaumaturgic circle is that rolling the bottom ball over the circle smears the circle. Thus, Edwin had to build the snowman and then redraw the circle. He wiped his brow and exhaled, but he had finally finished the major work. He checked the small electric generator, put it into the silk hat, and put it on the snowman. In front of the snowman he placed a chewed-on pencil, a crumpled T-shirt, a whistle, and three diamonds, He lit the candles surrounding the circle and started the ritual to summon the demon that would bring the snowman to life.
By Jamais Jochim4 months ago in Horror
Did a Prank Create the Rolling Calf?
I am from Jamaica, and I always hear the old folks talk about the Rolling Calf. I have never seen one, but some people would swear on anything that they are real. It makes me wonder, what is a Rolling Calf, and how did these stories even start? My grandmother told me a story from when she was a young girl. She and her best friends decided to play a little joke on their community. It was a long time ago, not like now, where you can just call a taxi. Back then, there was only one bus that went to town, and it only came at a certain time. If you missed the bus or if there were no cars around, you had to walk. People would walk for miles and miles, or sometimes they would ride their donkeys.
By Diana Crooks4 months ago in Horror
