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The Haunted Curve. Content Warning.
"Deadly Curve, Ghosts of Husband and Wife Who Died Violently" Crying from the Curve An old wooden house is located near a sharp curve outside the village. No one dares to stay near that point after the sun sets because everyone in the neighborhood has told each other that... The cries of a pregnant woman and the sound of a man groaning in pain still ring out every night without a source.
By Rohitha Lanka10 months ago in Horror
The Collector
There’s a house on Wren Hollow Road that no one talks about anymore. Not openly. Not since the incident.When Clara moved into town, she was told it was just a run-down Victorian property, left to rot. No one warned her about the house two doors down. The one with no visible owner, no lights, no movement. And yet, the mailbox was always empty.On her third night in her new home, Clara noticed something strange.Her front porch light flickered. At first, she chalked it up to bad wiring. But then she saw the figure—barely visible, standing at the edge of the street, right in front of the derelict house.Too still to be alive. Too real to be a trick of the dark.She blinked. It was gone.The next day, she asked her neighbor, an elderly woman named Mrs. Ridley, about it.“Oh, that place?” the woman muttered, clutching her rosary. “Don’t look at it. Don’t talk about it. And whatever you do, never let it see you watching.”Clara pressed, but Mrs. Ridley slammed her door.That night, Clara dreamed of the figure again—this time standing in her hallway. She woke with a scream, her bedroom light flickering as if echoing her fear.Trying to shake the paranoia, she returned to her normal routine. She was a sculptor, working with wood and clay. Her studio was in the sunroom at the back of the house, full of light during the day, but at night it transformed into a cavern of shadows.One morning, Clara found something odd among her tools—a wooden figurine. Roughly carved, about five inches tall. It looked like her.Same clothes. Same hairstyle. Same necklace.She didn’t remember making it.Shrugging it off as a leftover from moving boxes or a weird joke, she placed it on a shelf.But the next day, it had moved.Slightly.Turned a few degrees, as if facing the window.And the following night, it stood at the edge of her bed.She didn’t sleep that night.She called the police. They searched her house, found no signs of entry. Told her it was probably a prank. Maybe a neighbor.But Clara had started noticing the figurines multiplying.Each one more detailed. More personal.One had a chipped ear, just like her.Another wore her favorite hoodie—one she had worn just the day before.And worse, they were showing emotion. The latest one had a twisted expression of terror carved into its wooden face.Something was watching her.Collecting her.***Desperate, Clara returned to Mrs. Ridley.“They always choose the curious,” the woman whispered, eyes sunken with regret. “That house... it doesn’t just sit there. It waits. For attention. For obsession. The Collector feeds on interest. You saw it. That’s all it needed.”“What do I do?” Clara pleaded.Mrs. Ridley hesitated. “You have to give it back what it gave you. But you won’t like what that means.”***That night, Clara burned the figurines. Every last one. She doused them in lighter fluid and tossed them into a metal bin in her yard. The flames roared to life, sending acrid smoke into the sky.And then she heard the screams.Not from her. Not from any neighbor.From the fire.Tiny, high-pitched wails coming from the burning wood.She staggered back, horrified. The flames surged unnaturally high, turning blue at the tips. And then, silence.Except for the creaking of her studio door.It had opened on its own.Inside, her tools were floating—slowly twisting midair. Chisels, carving knives, shaping tools. One by one, they turned to face her.Then dropped to the floor.All except the carving knife.It hovered closer.Her hand moved, seemingly without her control.She screamed, struggling against the unseen force.*“Give it back,”* a voice rasped, right beside her ear. Cold breath brushed her neck.Her hand tightened on the knife.*“Give. It. Back.”*She plunged the blade into the wood slab beside her. A desperate attempt to resist.But the slab… bled.Not sap. Not varnish.Blood.The wooden surface pulsed like flesh, veins and all.Something howled from inside the walls. A long, inhuman wail that shook the floorboards.Clara turned to flee—but her door was gone.In its place was a window.To the house on Wren Hollow Road.But this time, the house wasn’t still.Its windows were eyes.Watching her.Its shingles shivered. Its porch stretched like an open jaw.And in the front yard, dozens of tiny wooden figures lined the grass, all staring at her through the glass.Each one… was a former resident.Each one had been collected.She was next.Clara smashed the window with her bare hands and leapt through.Only it wasn’t her yard.It was the house’s.She landed hard on twisted roots, the soil soft like skin. The house creaked overhead.Its front door opened.There was no inside. Only darkness.And the Collector waited.She turned to run, but wooden hands burst from the ground and gripped her ankles. Tiny faces carved into them whispered in unison.*“Face it. Join us.”*The last thing Clara saw before she was dragged inside was a new figurine sitting on the porch steps.It looked just like her.Screaming.***By morning, her house was empty.The studio spotless.No sign Clara had ever lived there.But if you walk past the house on Wren Hollow Road now, you’ll see one new figure sitting in the front yard.Wooden.Still.Watching.And if you stop… if you stare too long…It might just make one that looks like you.
By Suborna Paul10 months ago in Horror
The Housemaid
The Housemaid by Frieda McFadden: A Gripping Psychological Thriller You Can’t Put Down The Housemaid by Frieda McFadden is a captivating psychological thriller that will have readers on the edge of their seats from start to finish. With its unforgettable characters, unexpected twists, and a plot full of suspense, this book is perfect for fans of dark mysteries and psychological drama. Millie, the main character, finds herself in a dire situation, desperate for a fresh start. She’s a woman with a troubled past, struggling to find her place in the world. But what begins as a simple job quickly spirals into a nightmare filled with lies, betrayal, and shocking secrets.
By Muhammad Hayat10 months ago in Horror
Ghost Hunting
Ghost hunting isn't new, but it has experienced a resurgence in popularity over recent years. While this is partly due to more paranormal investigation reality shows, that's not the only reason people are drawn to it. Unlike most of the things we watch on television, this is something anyone can do in their real lives. If you want to start ghost hunting, this guide will help you prepare.
By E.J. V'Kanty10 months ago in Horror
"The Clock's Curse: A Haunted Timepiece That Dragged Its Victim into Darkness "The silence of the night was broken by a single sound—
The silence of the night was broken by a single sound— Tick. Tick. Tick. Each tick of the ancient brass clock stabbed deeper into Abid's chest, like invisible needles.
By Md.Moniruzzaman10 months ago in Horror
Vampire Kiss
Act 1: The Enigma** In the small, sleepy town of Aldergrove, shadows danced beneath the full moon's glow. The air was thick with mystery, and the scent of an oncoming storm lingered like a whisper on the breeze. This was where I first met her—Samantha, with her raven-black hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of midnight, and her eyes, a haunting and deep shade of crimson, that seemed to draw me in like a moth to a flame.
By MOHAMMED NAZIM HOSSAIN10 months ago in Horror
Rules Were Made to Be Broken
n New Terra, life was measured by rules — tall, gleaming towers filled with citizens who never questioned them. Jobs were assigned, relationships approved, lives timed to the second. Break a rule, and you disappeared, erased as if you had never existed.
By shoukat khan10 months ago in Horror
