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The Shadows of Silver Lane
The streets of Silver Lane had always seemed quieter than they should be at night. The dim streetlights flickered over empty shops, casting long, uneven shadows that stretched like dark fingers across the cracked pavements. Raj, a young man who worked nearby, had walked these streets countless times. Yet tonight, something felt different—he could almost feel the weight of unseen eyes watching him from the corners of the alleys.
By Aliimranabout 6 hours ago in Horror
The Room That Was Never Locked. Content Warning.
The room was always there, yet no one talked about it. It sat at the end of the hallway in the old house, quiet and unnoticed. The door was never locked. It didn’t need to be.
By Sudais Zakwanabout 13 hours ago in Horror
The "Thing" In the Woods
Location: Marine Corps Mountain Warfare Training Center, Bridgeport, California Unit: First Combat Engineer Battalion, Alpha 2 Platoon
By Lobo Miasmaabout 19 hours ago in Horror
The whitch of the black haveli
At the edge of the village of Soonpur stood an old, abandoned mansion known as the Black Haveli. Even during the daytime, sunlight seemed afraid to touch its walls. At night, the place felt alive, breathing in silence. No bird ever perched there, no animal dared to cross its path. The elders of the village whispered that a witch lived there—one who came out after midnight and trapped travelers with her voice.
By Aliimranabout 24 hours ago in Horror
The fog in water
It was late at night, and the village streets lay silent, blanketed in a thick, creeping fog. Every house seemed abandoned, their windows like dark, unblinking eyes staring into the emptiness. The wind whispered through the narrow lanes, carrying with it an unsettling chill that made the hair on Ali’s arms stand on end. He had just moved to the village, inheriting the old family house from a distant relative. The house was old, worn down by decades of neglect, and yet Ali had been drawn to its strange charm, unaware of the dark secrets it held.
By Aliimrana day ago in Horror
The Mirror That Blinked First
Clara had never believed in cursed objects. She believed in dust, in age, in poor lighting, in imagination — but never in the supernatural. That was why the mirror didn’t frighten her when she first saw it.
By Modhilraj2 days ago in Horror
The Knock at Midnight
I had been living alone in the old townhouse for almost a month when it started. It was a quiet street, and I liked it that way. The first knock came at exactly midnight. I was reading in bed, the only light coming from my bedside lamp, when a soft tapping echoed through the wooden door. I paused, thinking it must be a neighbor, though I didn’t expect anyone to visit so late. When I opened the door, the hallway was empty. Nothing but shadows and silence. I shrugged, assuming it was a branch or a small animal hitting the window, and went back to bed.
By Sudais Zakwan3 days ago in Horror
The Phone Call at 3:17 A.M.. Content Warning.
I always kept my phone on silent at night. It was a habit I had developed to protect my sleep and my sanity. That is why the ringing at exactly 3:17 a.m. terrified me so deeply. It cut through the silence like a blade, sharp and sudden, dragging me out of a heavy dream.
By Sudais Zakwan3 days ago in Horror
The Voice Above the Ceiling. AI-Generated.
The apartment I rented was small but quiet, which was all I wanted. After years of living with noisy roommates, the silence felt like a gift. The building was old, with thin walls and creaking floors, but it seemed peaceful enough. At least, it did at first.
By Sudais Zakwan3 days ago in Horror
The Last Bus Home. Content Warning.
I never liked taking the last bus home, but that night I had no choice. My shift at the restaurant ended late, and my phone battery was almost dead. The bus stop was empty, quiet, and lit by a single flickering streetlight. The air felt colder than usual, and the silence pressed heavily on my ears.
By Sudais Zakwan3 days ago in Horror
The Ninth Hour of Malachi : SEASON 3
SEASON 3 Chapter 9 FATHER PAVEL’S PRIVATE JOURNAL: Entry dated November 5th, 2003. We found the root. It is a chamber beneath the foundation, clearly pagan. Ana is down here, but she is barely visible, encased in some type of crystalline growth...the stone has accepted the entity, and the girl is the final mortar. The anchor is here, not a relic, but a crude, petrified heart. Malachi will not yield until we destroy the physical core of its power.
By Tales That Breathe at Night6 days ago in Horror
Midnight Knock
Daniel Mercer had worked the night shift at Blackwood Memorial Hospital for six months, and he had never seen a single patient.
By Saira naz7 days ago in Horror