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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.
Someone Is Watching - chapter 2
Elena’s back was still pressed against the wall. The man hadn’t moved. One arm rested beside her head, his body blocking the only path away from him. Rainwater dripped slowly from the ends of his dark hair, sliding down the collar of his coat.
By Rosalina Jane8 days ago in Horror
Splattered In Your Smile
The suns treacherous kiss baking my blood stained shirt yet I am unsure how I managed to live or if my little Maxine is okay. After she plunged the machete into my chest, I can only hope she took off like a bat out of hell. I kind of feel for the kid, thinking she had to murder her only parental influence since I found her suckling on her mother deceased corpse.
By Magnar Arne8 days ago in Horror
26 terrifying micro-stories to make you faint from fear
Micro-horror relies heavily on what is left unsaid. By providing minimal details, these stories allow readers to fill in the gaps with their own fears and imaginations. This technique creates a more personal and intense experience, as the reader's mind conjures the horrors that are only hinted at, making the fear feel more immediate and real.
By Ninfa Galeano8 days ago in Horror
The Day I Reached My Own Mountain. AI-Generated.
The Day I Reached My Own Mountain When I was a child, I often stared at the strange mountain in the distance. It loomed over the town like a giant, its rugged peak shrouded in mist. The adults called it "Mystic Peak," and though they told dark stories about it, my curiosity only grew. What secrets lay hidden atop that mountain? I dreamed of climbing it one day.
By Hamad Afridi 8 days ago in Horror
The Lantern of Hollowmere
The village of Hollowmere sat quietly between two dark forests in the northern countryside of Europe. It was the kind of place travelers rarely visited and maps sometimes forgot. Only one narrow road led in and out of the village, winding past an old lake that locals refused to go near after sunset.
By Iazaz hussain9 days ago in Horror
Burn the Witch
The house at the end of the cul-de-sac wasn’t a place of magic; it was a rotting blemish of crumbling limestone and damp half-timbering. It slumped tiredly against the city wall, as if trying to melt into the shadows of the battlements. There lived the widow—a woman whose sole remaining sin was that she had simply outlived her usefulness to anyone.
By C.G. Burns10 days ago in Horror
The Signal From Tomorrow. AI-Generated.
The signal arrived at 2:46 AM. Dr. Adrian Cole had been staring at the monitors for hours inside the silent control room of the Orion Deep Space Observatory. Most nights were uneventful—just endless waves of cosmic noise drifting through space.
By Baseer Shaheen 10 days ago in Horror
