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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 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 dhitalabout a month 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 hamidabout a month 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 hamidabout a month 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 hamidabout a month ago in Horror
I Knew it. Content Warning.
It was an ordinary day for Joaquín. He was walking calmly down the street when, suddenly, with the screech of brakes, a car stopped beside him. Two men jumped out, grabbed him, and after a brief struggle forced him inside, not before Joaquín—his voice breaking—let out a couple of desperate screams for help.
By David de la Riva Agüero Vegaabout a month ago in Horror
