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Stories in Horror that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Word Steak
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. “We know we can’t touch it,” Leeson Noble announced. “Why, Dad? We’ve tried everything else. the window’s clamped shut. There’s only one way to escape this library. That’s through the door,” Gaston Noble replied. Leeson grabbed his son’s arm, prohibiting his advance.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Horror
In the Closet with Monsters . Runner-up in Spooky Micro Challenge.
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. It’s a rule I made up, but Biter never wants to listen. He pushes me out of the way and jiggles the doorknob with his filthy devil’s claws just to hear the moans of fear from the other side. Even though it used to be my room on the other side of the door, Biter says little boys like me can’t make rules for things like him.
By J. Otis Haasabout a year ago in Horror
The Game. Content Warning.
My head throbs. As my senses begin to return, I realize I'm intensely cold - and I smell something burning. Not wood; more like – yes, like meat. A shudder overtakes me and I realize I'm naked, and somehow suspended, hanging by bound wrists, but my feet are flat on something. What the fuck?
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Horror
We Never Did
There was one rule: don't open the door. That one rule overshadowed our lives since we had moved into our makeshift annexe of a home—not that our lives were much at all. Pariahs, outcasts, we were designed for destruction and existed for experimentation and extermination. Though we lived in fear of our sorry mortal coils being unwound, we tried to live positively.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Horror
The Voice
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. “Honey? Dinner’s ready.” Maggie had huddled herself in the furthest corner of her room, palms against her ears to muffle her mother’s voice. Tears had been streaming down her cheeks, choking back every sob threatening to shred her throat.
By Nicole Fennabout a year ago in Horror
The Birchfield Building Cellar
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. No matter how loud the knocking became, mother said to never give in to my curiosity. That part of the estate was restricted and mother warned that my existence on earth depended on keeping a great distance away from the Birchfield Building cellar.
By Colton McClintockabout a year ago in Horror
Lupine Feast
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. The sign was posted above the frame. Huge letters -crimson, black. Smeared, grainy; indelible. My erstwhile host had disappeared. Like a phantasm he had appeared in the forest just as I thought I would surely die in this god forsaken wilderness.
By Andrew C McDonaldabout a year ago in Horror
The Final Nail
There was only one rule: Don’t open the door. I repeated that warning in my mind, as I wandered through the moldy tunnels of the dark wine cellar. Stagnant water slowly dripped from moss-shrouded ceilings, pooling in the cracks between the slick stone walkways. The only sounds were the echoes of my footsteps and the never-ending plop, plop, plop of dripping water.
By Tina D'Angeloabout a year ago in Horror
