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The Dark House on Sycamore Street
The Dark House on Sycamore Street There was a house at the end of Sycamore Street that no one dared to enter. Children crossed the street when passing it, and adults avoided speaking of it altogether. The old Fennimore House, as it was once called, had been abandoned for over thirty years. Its shutters hung crookedly, paint peeled in long strips, and the garden was a jungle of thorns and weeds. But more than its decay, it was the silence that made it eerie — a silence so thick it seemed to hush the wind and chase away birds.
By Ahmar saleem9 months ago in Horror
The Thirteenth Door. AI-Generated.
Rain slapped the windows of the Greystone Orphanage with the fury of a fist. Inside, the halls were dim and the lights flickered with every crack of thunder. Annie, barely twelve and newly arrived, sat on her cot clutching a flashlight and a dog-eared book, though her eyes weren’t on the pages.
By Hamdan Khan9 months ago in Horror
She Answered the Door Ten Years After She Died
Chapter 1: The Knock at 3:17 It began with a knock. Three slow, deliberate knocks at exactly 3:17 AM. Daniel Keller sat bolt upright in bed. His heart pounded as he reached for the lamp, casting pale yellow light across the bedroom. His wife, Aria, didn’t stir. Outside, the wind whispered through the trees, the house still and silent.
By Ikram Ullah9 months ago in Horror
I Paid $10 for a ‘Haunted’ Doll on eBay—Now I Can’t Sleep
It started as a dare. My friend Dylan and I were deep into one of those late-night YouTube spirals—paranormal investigations, ghost hunters, creepy Reddit stories—when he turned to me and said, “I bet you won’t actually buy one of those haunted dolls.”
By MALIK Saad9 months ago in Horror
The Jinn’s Daughter in the Mountain
It was meant to be a simple trip—just me and my friend Faisal, exploring the serene beauty of the northern mountains. We had packed light, brought a camera, some snacks, and hearts full of excitement. The fresh air, the towering trees, and the echoing silence of nature made it feel like we had escaped the world.
By Noman Afridi10 months ago in Horror
The Man Who Found a Crying Mirror
The Man Who Found a Crying Mirror Adam had always been fascinated by old things. Antique shops drew him like a magnet. On one rainy afternoon, while wandering the backstreets of a forgotten town, he stumbled across a narrow shop tucked between a bakery and a boarded-up tailor. It had no name—just dusty windows and the faint scent of candle wax and old wood.
By Noman Afridi10 months ago in Horror
The Coffin That Spoke
1. The Shortcut It was just a shortcut. That’s what I told myself as I pushed open the rusted gate of the old cemetery that separated two neighborhoods in our town. I had taken the path a dozen times before, during the day. But that night was different. The wind was colder, the silence deeper. My phone’s battery had died, and I was already running late. So I stepped in.
By Noman Afridi10 months ago in Horror
The Midnight Guest
It was soft—barely audible—like a fingernail tapping on glass. James sat up in bed, blinking against the dim glow of his nightlight. The wind howled outside his old country house, rattling the windows and moaning through the cracks. He rubbed his eyes and strained his ears.
By Funny Jokes10 months ago in Horror
