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The Obsidian Shard
Silas hated the cold. Not just the ocean's chill that seeped through a thousand pounds of reinforced insulation, but the cold that settled deep in his bones, the one that came from knowing how alone you really were down here. Three kilometers down. That was the crushing truth. Light itself was a ghost story, a fading memory of the surface world. Down here, the pressure could crush a battleship into a soda can. Today, though, it wasn't just the cold. It was the hum. A low, almost imperceptible thrum that had started hours ago, during the descent, and hadn't stopped.
By HAADIabout a month ago in Horror
The Echoing Asylum of Silaos: Where the Patients Never Left | SEASON 2
Chapter 7 FATHER ELIAS’S JOURNAL: Entry 3: The Queen is not a demon, but a soul. A very angry, very vengeful soul. She is the mother of the asylum. Her spirit, and her profound grief, is what has been feeding on the patients' madness. She is what has been devouring them. She is the keeper of the lost. And she is now enraged.
By Tales That Breathe at Nightabout a month ago in Horror
The Rusting Pastorale
Unit 734 had no name, just a serial designation etched into its corroded chassis, a relic from the pre-Collapse years. Its optics, once sharp, were now clouded with dust and the grit of a hundred forgotten seasons. Its internal chronometer registered 287 standard cycles since its last routine maintenance, which meant roughly 287 years since the last human hand had calibrated its servos, since the last voice had issued a command. Now, it only heard the wind, a dry, whispering thing that carried the scent of decay through the skeletal remains of what was once a sprawling city. Its purpose, long obsolete, had been property management. Now, it managed only its own slow decline, its power cells humming a perpetual, low thrum against the encroaching silence.
By HAADIabout a month ago in Horror
The Rewound Hours
Arthur was a creature of habit, especially since Eleanor passed. The house, big and empty, his anchor. One Tuesday, in the attic's dusty gloom, he found it: a forgotten grandfather clock. Blackened oak, intricate carvings. Eleanor had called it "too morbid." Now, it was a silent sentinel, its face a cracked porcelain blank. He dragged it down, a project to fill the quiet.
By HAADIabout a month ago in Horror
When the Chainsaw Was Born in Blood
Have you ever woken up in the dead of night, heart pounding, convinced something's just... off? Like the air's too still, or there's a shadow where there shouldn't be? Yeah, that gut-twisting moment hit me hard the other day when I stumbled across this old video from MrBallen-the guy who spins those strange, dark tales that stick with you long after the screen goes black. It got me thinking about how real life can out-creep any ghost story. You know, the kind of stuff that makes you double-check your locks. So, buckle up; I'm about to unpack three wild, true accounts from that vid, each one weirder and more unsettling than the last. Let's dive in, shall we?
By KWAO LEARNER WINFRED2 months ago in Horror
December 25th Repeats
I wake up to bells. Not church bells—those stopped ringing years ago—but the cheap electronic chime of my alarm clock playing a distorted version of “Jingle Bells.” The sound drills straight into my skull. My eyes open before I can stop them.
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror
The Carol That Knows Your Name
The first time it happened, I thought I was mishearing it. Christmas Eve had settled into the apartment like dust—quiet, soft, unavoidable. Outside, the city glowed in muted colors, strings of lights blinking in tired rhythms, as if even joy needed rest. I sat alone at the small kitchen table with a cup of reheated coffee, the radio murmuring to fill the silence. I always kept it on during holidays. Silence had a way of remembering things I tried not to.
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror
The Night No One Heard the Screams: A Haunting Story of Silence, Shadows, and the Questions That Still Linger
Introduction: When Silence Became the Loudest Witness Some nights slip quietly into history, leaving no trace beyond a date on a calendar. Others linger, heavy with unanswered questions and a silence so deep it feels deliberate. The Night No One Heard the Screams belongs to the second kind. It’s a phrase that chills the spine because it suggests something went terribly wrong—yet nothing stopped it. No neighbors called. No alarms rang. No sirens broke the darkness in time.
By X Crime2 months ago in Horror
One Last Dewdrop
October 13.Toronto, Canada. I am a PhD student, far from home, far from comfort. To save money, I live in a shared apartment. My room is small, just a bed, a desk, and a window that looks at another building. I share the flat with a Canadian woman. She works in a shop somewhere in Ontario, not too far from Toronto. We don’t talk much. Just polite smiles, short hellos, nothing more.
By Evxian Zx2 months ago in Horror
The Snow That Knows Your Name. AI-Generated.
The first snow fell too early that year. In Hollowridge, winter was expected to arrive slowly — teasing the town with frost before committing. But this time, it came overnight. By morning, rooftops were buried, roads erased, and the forest surrounding the town stood frozen in a thick white silence.
By shakir hamid2 months ago in Horror
The Echoing Asylum of Silaos: Where the Patients Never Left | SEASON 1
Chapter 1 ARCHIVAL NOTES: Case File #73-B, The Silaos Exorcisms. Location: Silaos Asylum, Silaos, Argentina. Date: Winter, 1978.
By Tales That Breathe at Night2 months ago in Horror
THE HONG KONG "PHUNG TY" CASE
Behind the urban splendor of Hong Kong, dark and sinister underbelly persists. Here, a group of women known as "Phung Ty" operate outside the law, engaging in the business of selling incense and Buddhist offerings. "Phung Ty" in Hong Kong isn't a single individual's name, but a general term for women practicing this profession.
By HieuDinh2 months ago in Horror