halloween
Get into the Halloween spirit; all about trick or treating, spooky costumes, Halloween decorations and haunted houses for October 31st and all year round.
My Cat Brought Me the Key to a Door That Wasn’t There Yesterday
Story My Cat Brought Me the Key to a Door That Wasn’t There Yesterday It started with a key. A small, tarnished thing, old enough to smell of time itself, left neatly on my doorstep. I didn’t notice it at first — the mail had been late that morning, and I thought it was a discarded piece of junk. But then Milo, my black cat, padded up beside it and stared, green eyes bright and unblinking. He batted the key gently with his paw, then mewed sharply, as if demanding my attention.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Horror
My GPS Led Me Somewhere That Doesn’t Exist
Story My GPS Led Me Somewhere That Doesn’t Exist It started as a simple late-night drive. I’d been on the road for five hours, heading back from a work trip, when fatigue began to set in. The interstate was a black ribbon unspooling in front of me, and my eyes kept flicking to the glowing GPS screen for reassurance.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Horror
Chill of the Summer Night: A Japanese Ghost Story to Cool Your Spine
In Japan, there is a tradition of telling ghost stories during the sweltering summer months. The idea is simple: fear can make your body shiver, offering a momentary escape from the oppressive heat. This is one such story, whispered through generations in a small coastal town.
By Takashi Nagaya6 months ago in Horror
Annabelle and Robert
Annabelle: This doll was famous before the Conjuring series came out, thanks to the late couple Ed and Lorraine Warren. However, that movie series really shot her into the mainstream and is now famous beyond the occult community. That being said, the fictional glass doll’s real Raggedy Ann counterpart might be a little bit more terrifying. Especially given the fact that a lot of the stuff that happened in the original home was caused by a Raggedy Ann.
By Micah James6 months ago in Horror
When I turned around, the bridge was empty.
The Last Day of Summer It was the last Sunday in August—the kind of day that feels like it’s clutching at summer with both hands. The trees were still green, the air was warm, and the river flowed smooth and quiet beneath the old wooden bridge.
By Echoes of Life6 months ago in Horror
Midnight Conversations with Shadows
Midnight Conversations with Shadows The apartment was quiet—or at least, I thought it was. It began the first night I moved in. Boxes were scattered, the smell of fresh paint still hung in the air, and the city hummed softly outside the window. I was unpacking books when I heard it: a faint whisper, just beyond the corner of the room.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Horror
