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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.
There are places history tries to erase.
There are places history tries to erase. You won’t find this village on most modern maps. The roads that once led to it have long been swallowed by weeds and time. But if you follow the old county records—yellowed papers tucked away in a forgotten archive—you’ll find a single line written in faded ink:
By sagar dhital2 months ago in Horror
The abandoned prison
The abandoned prison stood at the edge of town like a silent witness to the horrors of a past nobody wanted to remember. Its walls, once painted a hopeful white, were now cracked, faded, and streaked with the grime of decades. Rusted iron bars, twisted and broken, clanged softly whenever the wind whispered through the empty corridors. I don’t know why I found myself drawn to this place, but there was something about it—a pull, almost magnetic—that demanded I see it with my own eyes.
By sagar dhital2 months ago in Horror
The Calls From My Old Number. AI-Generated.
The relief of getting a new phone number was immediate. For months, Hamza had been receiving strange late-night calls. No voice. No breathing. Just silence — heavy, patient silence that felt less like a prank and more like someone listening carefully.
By shakir hamid2 months ago in Horror
The Neighbor Who Returned Every Morning. AI-Generated.
The receptionist hesitated before handing Arman the key. Not long. Just a second too long. It was past midnight, and the rain outside had flooded half the highway, forcing him to stop at the only roadside hotel still open. The lobby smelled faintly of detergent and old carpet — clean enough to trust, but empty enough to feel watched.
By shakir hamid2 months ago in Horror
The Elevator That Only Stops For One Person. AI-Generated.
The hospital elevator had six floors. Everyone knew that. Ayaan worked the late reception shift, 8 p.m. to 4 a.m., when the corridors emptied and the building sounded less like a hospital and more like a memory trying to breathe.
By shakir hamid2 months ago in Horror
