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The Stalker
I watch you. I observe you from afar but you don't notice me. I inch closer and closer. I want what you have. Badly.
By M. Lee2 years ago in Fiction
Unveiling the Mysteries of Ghosts
Throughout human history, ghosts have fascinated, terrified, and fascinated people in cultures all over the world. Some people strongly believe in their existence, citing personal experiences and centuries-old mythology, while others dismiss them as nothing more than figments of imagination. We explore the complex realm of ghosts in this piece, looking at its scientific explanations, psychological foundations, and cultural importance.
By Vijay Kumar2 years ago in Fiction
1987: The Old Town - A Genuine Harrowing Tale in India
In the core of the country India, settled among the influencing fields of wheat and sugarcane, lies the failed-to-remember town of Kailashpur. Covered in a quality of secret and premonition, this old settlement has for quite some time been supposed to hold onto dull mysteries and supernatural peculiarities. The year 1987 denoted a chilling part in the town's set of experiences, as a progression of strange situations transpired, diving Kailashpur into a bad dream from which it would battle to stir. This is the spine-shivering story of the genuine harrowing tale that unfurled in Kailashpur in the pivotal year of 1987.
By Ashok2 years ago in Fiction
The Cryptic House Cleaner: Phantom or Man?
In the curious town of Willowbrook, settled while moving slopes and rich vegetation, there stood a fabulous manor covered in secret. Tales whirled among the residents about the cryptic figure who stayed inside its walls - a servant whose presence appeared to oppose clarification. Some murmured that she was a phantom, sentenced to meander the corridors forever, while others guaranteed she was simply an isolated loner, favoring the isolation of the house to the organization of others. This is the bewildering story of the house cleaner of Willowbrook Estate and the mission to reveal the reality behind her character.
By Ashok2 years ago in Fiction
Single Man Room Shocking tale
In the clamoring city of Mumbai, amid the confusion of metropolitan life, there exists a broken-down apartment complex with a dim history. Room 13, settled on the highest level, holds an evil mystery that has for some time been murmured among the occupants. Stories of unexplained peculiarities and chilling experiences have tormented its tenants, creating a shaded area of dread over the once vivacious structure. This is the spine-shivering story of Room 13 and the detestations that prowl inside its walls.
By Ashok2 years ago in Fiction
Chinna Kuthuru Shocking Tales
In the core of the country, India lies a failed-to-remember town by the name of Chinna Kuthuru. Concealed amid thick woods and fog-covered slopes, it harbors a mystery that has been murmured regarding for ages. Stories of ghastliness and the powerful have tormented the locals for quite a long time, passed down starting with one age and then onto the next like a dim legacy. In any case, as time walks on and advancement infringes upon antiquated customs, the narratives of Chinna Kuthuru risk blurring into a lack of definition, lost to the steady walk of progress. This is a brief look into the creepy fables and spine-chilling legends that have kept the residents of Chinna Kuthuru conscious around evening time, shuddering out of dread and anxiety toward the unexplored world.
By Ashok2 years ago in Fiction
The Snow Angel
"It's a pattern that you make in the snow when you lie down. You move your arms and your legs like you're doing a Jumping Jack and when you get up the shape of an angel is in the snow."
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Hunt
It was Halloween. Again. And the monster whispered in Marcus's ear, telling him it was time. But Marcus didn't want to listen to the monster. The things it told him to do, the things it made him do, were not things he wanted to do. But it was an itch he had to scratch, a need he had to fill. Like clockwork each year a few days before Halloween, the monster would start whispering, getting louder and louder until the whispers were all he could hear.
By Diana Anderson2 years ago in Fiction
Day of the Dozen. Content Warning.
The crowd at the base of the steep slope had grown to epic proportions. In the bright afternoon sun, the glare from the smooth, hard-packed surface was blinding.
By Dana Crandell2 years ago in Fiction
THE LEGEND OF SLEEPY HOLLOW
"The Legend of Sleepy Hollow" Short story by Washington Irving Ichabod Crane pursued by the Headless Horseman, by F.O.C. Darley, 1849
By Madhankumarramesh2 years ago in Fiction
A Document Concerning the Ritual Beneath this Church...
To understand this story in its entirety, please read 'To Whom it May Concern' by clicking on the story link. However, this story is also a stand-alone.
By Annie Kapur2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers in the Doll House: Part II
This is the second half of my prologue to a book I'm working on. You can find the Part I here. Rebecca tugged the collar of her white blouse, adjusting the crisp lines with nervous fingers. The opulent bathroom of the modern villa stretched before her, chrome fixtures gleaming under the recessed lighting. In the gilded mirror above the marble countertop, her reflection looked back, her pale skin and worried eyes betraying her outward composure.
By Nicole Gibson2 years ago in Fiction