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Stories in Horror that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Forgotten Woods
It was already night when I arrived. Storm was passed but the soil still showed the unequivocal signs of its strength. The leaves still carried a slim layer of water that reflected the subtle moonlight and bestowed upon the forest an otherworldly quality. There was no wind, everything was still and quiet. I didn’t notice that at first, we’re always busy paying attention to what we can perceive that we forget about what we’re missing. The forest was clearly unnatural, but, weary and irritable as I was, I just cared to be inside the cabin so I ignored every warning that waved in front of me.
By Victor Chavarria3 years ago in Horror
The Longest Night. Second Place in Word Hunt Challenge.
The sun was setting in Tanglewood, and the forest trails were covered in a feathery dusting of snow. The trees were thick, but naked, except for the speckled evergreens, highlighting the death that winter brings. As Edgar prepared his horse for slumber, he sat uneasy, worried about what the night would share on this sacred evening.
By Ashley Lima3 years ago in Horror
Heeere's Trauma!
***Content Warning: Abuse*** The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. I stood there, hair dripping, wrapped in a yellow striped towel, white-knuckling the cold ceramic sink. My reflection did the same, but still, something was off. My palms were all that supported my teetering balance as I leaned in and inspected the faux visage for its defining flaw.
By Meagan Dion3 years ago in Horror
Joyride. Content Warning.
*** Content Warning: Although humorous, this is a ghost story. Contains descriptions of after-death experiences. The aged leather of the barely-padded seat felt welcoming and familiar, or at least it would have, if he had any feeling in his spectral buttocks. Phil sighed, or would have, if anything existed in his translucent chest to hold the air it would require. The memories of his senses would have to suffice. His cold, unfeeling hands curled lovingly around the cracked bakelite rim of the narrow steering wheel.
By Dana Crandell3 years ago in Horror
A Lesson in Etiquette
My first neighbour was an older gentleman who had recently been widowed. Even though his wife was a long-time baker, he had still found the time and energy to bake me a welcoming cake. The icing was leaky, and the cake was dry, but the kind thought made my day. He really made me feel at home and part of the neighbourhood, even if he was the only one to welcome me to the apartment complex.
By Oneg In The Arctic3 years ago in Horror
Coffin Joe of Brazil
"What is life? It is the beginning of death. What is death? It is the end of life. What is existence? It is the continuity of blood. What is blood? It is the reason to exist." — José Mojica Marins as Coffin Joe in At Midnight I'll Take Your Soul (1964)
By J.A. Hernandez3 years ago in Horror
Defying Death: The Mind-Boggling True Story of a Headless Chicken that Survived for 18 Months
Have you ever heard a story so incredible that it seemed too good to be true? Well, prepare to be amazed as we delve into the life of the most resilient chicken in history. We'll uncover the fascinating tale of Mike the Headless Chicken, who astonishingly lived for 18 months without a head. If you're intrigued, keep reading to discover how this seemingly impossible feat occurred and the bizarre, yet inspiring, legacy Mike left behind.
By Arthur Flower3 years ago in Horror
Discoveries
“So, this is what I get for trusting you.” The vitriol oozed from Cain’s words. His eyes burned with hate as he glared into her gold-flecked orbs. All he needed to do was pay attention, but that was something he didn’t want to do. It was only now, knowing the end was near, that he saw her for what she actually was—a demon.
By Mark Gagnon3 years ago in Horror
