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Horror fiction that delivers on its promise to scare, startle, frighten and unsettle. These stories are fake, but the shivers down your spine won't be.
The Animatronics Don’t Power Down Anymore
I’m 17 and I work closing shifts at Chuck E. Cheese. If you’ve never closed one before, let me explain something real quick: the place does not go quiet after the last family leaves. The lights dim, the arcade hums, and everything smells like grease and sanitizer. You hear noises that don’t belong to anyone anymore.
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Horror
Lideco Ghost Town Vietnam: Inside Hanoi’s Most Mysterious Abandoned City
Approximately 15 km to the west of Hà Nội city center, in Hoài Đức District, is one of the most fascinating ruin sights in Vietnam, which is the remnants of a large housing estate called Lideco Bắc 32. This location does not appear to be a typical residential area to tourists who visit there or those who hear of its existence; it is more of a ghost town.
By Kyrol Mojikal2 months ago in Horror
He wasn't Santa. Content Warning.
He wore black instead of red and he had a gaunt face. His teeth were yellow and jagged. He spoke in a dialect not of this world. There was a lot of clicking of his forked tongue when he spoke. He handed little Judy Miller a shiny red box. She took it and watched as the creature walked out the front door. She stood there a moment or two looking at the package. She wanted to open it. The present was from Santa, or so she thought. She placed it under the tree and headed up to her bedroom. She curled up all nice and comfy in her bed. She fell asleep and entered a nightmare. She went downstairs to find her parents, Stacy and Jeff butchered beyond recognition. She also found her little brother Donny; he was dead as well. She woke up crying.
By DJ Robbins2 months ago in Horror
The Screams Beneath the Floorboards. AI-Generated.
Old houses make noise. They creak, groan, and sigh as if remembering things they were never meant to keep. That’s what I told myself when I first heard it—a faint sound beneath my feet, barely louder than the wind slipping through cracked windows.
By David John2 months ago in Horror
