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Most recently published stories 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 5 hours 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 9 hours ago in Horror
The Whispering House. Content Warning.
It was a cold and rainy evening when Emma decided to finally visit the old house at the end of Willow Street. Everyone in the town had warned her not to go there. They said it was haunted, that strange noises came from inside, and that no one who entered stayed the same afterward. But Emma was always curious. She wanted to see it for herself and maybe even discover something no one else had noticed before. With a small flashlight in one hand and her notebook in the other, she stepped onto the wet cobblestone path that led to the house.
By Sudais Zakwanabout 14 hours ago in Horror
The Knock at Midnight
I had been living alone in the old townhouse for almost a month when it started. It was a quiet street, and I liked it that way. The first knock came at exactly midnight. I was reading in bed, the only light coming from my bedside lamp, when a soft tapping echoed through the wooden door. I paused, thinking it must be a neighbor, though I didn’t expect anyone to visit so late. When I opened the door, the hallway was empty. Nothing but shadows and silence. I shrugged, assuming it was a branch or a small animal hitting the window, and went back to bed.
By Sudais Zakwanabout 18 hours ago in Horror
Shadows in the Attic. AI-Generated.
I had always loved old houses, so when I found one on the edge of town with a “for rent” sign, I didn’t hesitate. The place was charming, with creaking floors, high ceilings, and an attic that I was told had once been used for storage. The landlord warned me that the attic was dusty and dark, but nothing more. I laughed it off, thinking of the old horror movies I’d watched as a teenager.
By Sudais Zakwanabout 18 hours ago in Horror
The Phone Call at 3:17 A.M.. Content Warning.
I always kept my phone on silent at night. It was a habit I had developed to protect my sleep and my sanity. That is why the ringing at exactly 3:17 a.m. terrified me so deeply. It cut through the silence like a blade, sharp and sudden, dragging me out of a heavy dream.
By Sudais Zakwanabout 18 hours ago in Horror
The Name Under the Bed
I never believed in checking under the bed. It always seemed like a childish habit, something people grew out of once they understood how the world worked. When I moved into my new house, a quiet place on the edge of town, the thought never even crossed my mind.
By Sudais Zakwanabout 18 hours ago in Horror
The Voice Above the Ceiling. AI-Generated.
The apartment I rented was small but quiet, which was all I wanted. After years of living with noisy roommates, the silence felt like a gift. The building was old, with thin walls and creaking floors, but it seemed peaceful enough. At least, it did at first.
By Sudais Zakwanabout 18 hours ago in Horror
The Last Bus Home. Content Warning.
I never liked taking the last bus home, but that night I had no choice. My shift at the restaurant ended late, and my phone battery was almost dead. The bus stop was empty, quiet, and lit by a single flickering streetlight. The air felt colder than usual, and the silence pressed heavily on my ears.
By Sudais Zakwanabout 18 hours ago in Horror
The Room That Was Never Locked. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
I moved into the old apartment because it was cheap and close to my college. The building stood quietly at the corner of a narrow street, its walls dull and tired, as if it had seen too many lives pass through it. The landlord was an elderly man with slow movements and sharp eyes. When he handed me the keys, his grip tightened for a moment, as if he wanted to say something but chose not to.
By Sudais Zakwanabout 18 hours ago in Horror
