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SEASON 3 : The Black Lung Communion: How a Surgeon’s Journal Sparked a Demonic Outbreak
CHAPTER 5: THE BONE TASBEEH They didn't stop running until the heavy iron door of the old wing was far behind them, its darkness swallowed by the marginally lighter gloom of the main corridor. Liam slammed his body against the wall, chest heaving, sweat cooling on his skin. Althea leaned over, hands on her knees, vomiting onto the clean linoleum.
By Tales That Breathe at Night6 months ago in Horror
The Neon Funeral. Content Warning.
On the night the funeral began, the rain fell like neon oil slicks, painting the pavement in broken reds, blues, and sickly greens. The lights from the signs didn’t just glow—they pulsed, as if every advertisement had learned how to breathe. And down on 42nd Street, beneath the buzzing of a dozen flickering marquees, people gathered in silence.
By E. hasan6 months ago in Horror
The Last Message
It started with a message... Emma, a 23-year-old student from London, had always been curious about the darker side of the internet. A self-proclaimed “paranormal enthusiast,” she loved browsing through mysterious forums, reading creepy tales, and watching strange, unsolved disappearances. One night, after scrolling through a forum she hadn’t visited before, she came across an unusual post titled “Send a Message to the Future, and It Will Reply.”
By ABDU LLAH6 months ago in Horror
Bloody Ceiling. Content Warning.
The inn was old—older than the crooked sign swinging above its warped doorway suggested. Paint peeled from the shutters, and ivy strangled the stone walls. But the price was cheap, and after a day of driving through the rain, Hal Draycott didn’t care about peeling paint or creaking stairs. He cared about a bed and a roof.
By E. hasan6 months ago in Horror
The Knock at 2 A.M.
I don’t usually wake up at 2 A.M. I am the kind of person who sleeps like a rock. But that night, something pulled me out of my dreams—like a string yanking me awake.
By ETS_Story6 months ago in Horror
The Girl in the Box: The Chilling Ordeal of Colleen Stan. Content Warning.
The Girl in the Box: The Chilling Ordeal of Colleen Stan On May 19, 1977, 20-year-old Colleen Stan set out from her home in Eugene, Oregon, with nothing more on her mind than a road trip to visit a friend in Northern California. She was young, adventurous, and like many at the time, comfortable hitchhiking. What began as a routine ride soon spiraled into one of the most shocking and disturbing captivity cases in American history. For the next seven years, Colleen’s life would be stolen from her, locked away—quite literally—in a wooden box beneath a bed.
By E. hasan6 months ago in Horror
The Acid Bath Murderer: England’s Most Chilling Conman-Turned-Killer. Content Warning.
The press would name him the “Acid Bath Murderer,” and his trial in 1949 would horrify a nation still recovering from war.
By E. hasan6 months ago in Horror
THE GHOST IN THE CODE - PART 5
Leo’s visit was a poison seed. It didn’t sprout into a immediate, dramatic confrontation, but germinated in the quiet spaces between their thoughts. The bookstore remained a sanctuary, but its caretakers now moved through it with the subtle vigilance of soldiers in a peaceful, yet occupied, city.
By Homepinx6 months ago in Horror
SEASON 2 : The Black Lung Communion: How a Surgeon’s Journal Sparked a Demonic Outbreak
CHAPTER 3: THE INTRAVENOUS CONFESSION The iron door to the old wing was cold, its surface pitted with rust and something darker that looked like old bloodstains. The master key felt alien in Liam’s hand, a sliver of cold metal that seemed to pulse with a malevolent life of its own.
By Tales That Breathe at Night6 months ago in Horror
THE GHOST IN THE CODE - PART 4
THE GHOST IN THE CODE - PART 4 The fire that consumed the community's secrets did more than just provide warmth; it forged a new, quieter understanding between them. The frantic energy of defense cooled into a vigilant, steady calm. Pages & Prose wasn't just a bookstore anymore; it was a statement. A declaration of independence in a world hell-bent on interconnection. They were an island, and they liked it that way.
By Homepinx6 months ago in Horror
The Last Performance. Content Warning.
London, 1893. Fog thickened over Drury Lane, clinging to the cobblestones as though reluctant to part with the earth. The lamps burned dim, their halos swallowed by mist, but still a line gathered before the old theater. They came in furs and fine coats, eager to witness the final appearance of Adrian Mallory, the violinist whose music had bewitched Europe for more than a decade.
By E. hasan6 months ago in Horror
Don’t Open the Door
I’ve always thought living alone was freedom. No arguments about dishes, no noise I didn’t choose, no one asking why I was awake at three in the morning. Just me, my books, and the quiet.
By ETS_Story6 months ago in Horror