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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 Jane7 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 Arne7 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 Galeano7 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 7 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 hussain8 days ago in Horror
Architecture of the Scythe Pt. 4/5
The Geometry of a Fugitive Rain in the District of Rust doesn't wash things clean; it just turns the soot into permanent, oily stain. The kind of rain that feels like it’s trying to dissolve pavement, a slow-motion acid bath for a city that has already lost its soul.
By Nathan McAllister8 days ago in Horror
Close encounter at the midnight hour.
Close Encounters of the Midnight Hour It’s a quarter to 4, just a few hours before dawn. The room is dark; silence engulfs it. I lie in bed and fall asleep. In just a few hours, I will wake up and go through my morning routine. I’m not a morning person—just a bit tired from those sleepless nights.
By Rickles Pez8 days ago in Horror
