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I Hit Play. Something Hit Back.
I’ve been working on something. A new podcast. Something I recorded a while back and finally decided to drop. The first episode airs this Friday.
By Ena Marrow9 months ago in Horror
wake . Content Warning.
I woke up to the sound of my toothbrush running. Except—I was still in bed. The bathroom light flickered under the door like a stuttering heartbeat. I blinked. My mouth was dry. My limbs were pinned by a thick, sleep-heavy dread. I live alone.
By E. hasan9 months ago in Horror
The House That Whispers Your Name
There is a house you must never visit. Not because it’s cursed. Not because it’s haunted. But because it knows your name, and it wants you back.
By Silas Blackwood9 months ago in Horror
The Lantern Bride
In the village of Sablewick, where the fog never truly lifted and the trees whispered to one another in the dark, there stood a lonely manor called Briar Hollow. It sat on a cliff overlooking the sea, its windows always dim, its doors always closed, and its gate held shut by rust and old regrets.
By Lucien Hollow 9 months ago in Horror
The Devil's Bible: A Tale of Mystery and Mastery
Picture this: a dimly lit monastery, the air thick with the scent of ink and vellum, and a lone monk hunched over a massive tome, his quill scratching away in the flickering candlelight. It’s the kind of scene that feels ripped from a gothic novel, right? But this isn’t fiction. This is the story of the Codex Gigas, the largest medieval manuscript in the world, a book so strange and captivating it’s earned the chilling nickname: the Devil’s Bible. Ever heard of it? If not, buckle up, because this tale is a wild ride.
By KWAO LEARNER WINFRED9 months ago in Horror
The Finale - The Bone-Light: How an Orphaned Village Became a Mouth for Something Older. Top Story - July 2025.
CHAPTER 11: The Salt-Rite of the Remaining Three April 11th, 1980 - Ruins of Borsk Orphanage (Sealed Site) The Invitation to Return
By Tales That Breathe at Night9 months ago in Horror
I Saw My Dead Sister in the Window. AI-Generated.
I. I didn’t want to go back to that house. It had been empty for years, rotting on the edge of town like a scab everyone ignored. But after my mother died last month, the house became mine. The lawyer said I could sell it “as is,” but he advised I at least clean it out first.
By Ali9 months ago in Horror
"I Found an Old Phone in the Woods. It Still Had Battery—and Messages"
It was supposed to be just a short hike. I needed a break—from work, from the constant buzzing of notifications, from life. I left my phone in the car, zipped up my jacket, and followed the old trail behind my grandfather’s cabin. The path wasn’t marked, but he had shown it to me as a kid, and muscle memory took over.
By Maaz Ali9 months ago in Horror
Don't Leave
As the sun set on the Valdez home, Sergio stood on the back porch saying a prayer for his dear cat, Reina, whom he’d lost only three days earlier. She was a beautiful black cat who, in her heyday, had been given the nickname “the queen of rats,” for her prowess as a hunter. He still remembered the day she came up to him–a stray kitten–when he was just a small child playing behind his house. She had been his oldest friend; even his wife and child hadn’t known him half as long.
By Test9 months ago in Horror
The Midnight Dressmaker
In the quiet village of Gallowmere, where the moon always seemed just a little too full and the air always smelled faintly of roses and ash, there was once a woman named Elara. She was known far and wide as The Midnight Dressmaker.
By Silas Blackwood9 months ago in Horror
The Ghoul’s Cave – Curse of Blood
Part One: The Ghoul’s Cave In a remote village surrounded by dense forests and silent mountains, there was an old legend passed down for generations, warning people never to enter the Black Cave on the western slope. They said whoever entered never returned, and their screams echoed through the mountains for days.
By Alaa Atallah9 months ago in Horror
Childhood fears fade
It always started at 12:00 a.m. I had no idea how I knew the time; maybe it was the ancient digital clock on my bedside table, which glowing red in the dark like eyes. Or perhaps it was my body simply learning when to feel fear.
By Meen9 months ago in Horror