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The Village That Wasn’t There"Horror"
It began with a glitch on Amelia’s GPS. She was a freelance travel vlogger exploring forgotten towns for her YouTube channel, “WanderDark.” On a stormy afternoon, while driving through the countryside of northern England, her GPS rerouted unexpectedly, pointing toward a location labeled “Rookmere.”
By Rakibul Islam11 months ago in Horror
Gunkanjima: The Ghost Island of Japan’s Industrial Nightmare
Hashima Island: Haunting Legacy of Industry and Suffering Off the coast of Nagasaki, Japan, lies Hashima Island—locally known as Gunkanjima (Battleship Island) because of its warship profile—is a crumbling relic of Japan's industrial past and haunting reminder of human subjugation. Once the most populated place on earth, this erstwhile island town is now a ghostly labyrinth of crumbling concrete, veiled in tales of suffering and phantom desolation.
By Kyrol Mojikal11 months ago in Horror
The Haunting of Rumah Hantu
It was a cool evening in the bustling city of Jakarta, Indonesia. The city was alive with the hum of traffic, the call of street vendors, and the bright lights that pierced through the haze of smog. But amidst the life of this sprawling urban landscape stood a house that time had forgotten, or perhaps, one that no one dared remember.
By Sabiha Sums11 months ago in Horror
The Silence That Screams
Sophia had continuously cherished the calm of her little flat within the city. After a long, debilitating day, she found consolation within the stillness of her environment. The hustle and flurry of the world exterior blurred absent when she was domestic. But over time, that quiet started to feel more like a presence—a nearness that made her uneasy.
By Mystery of the Unknown11 months ago in Horror
Whispers Beneath the Silence
David had continuously been affectionate of segregation. A author by calling, he found comfort within the calm corners of life. So, when he faltered upon a disconnected house on the edges of town, he knew he had found his asylum. The house, in spite of the fact that ancient and weathered, was culminate. With its split windows and blurred paint, it had a character that David worshiped. He moved in without delay, enthusiastic to elude the clamor of the city.
By Mystery of the Unknown11 months ago in Horror



