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The Angel of Death
The Angel of Death Jamil Khan, the village chieftain, had always disliked dogs. He found them irritating and believed they were unclean. However, quite suddenly and without any obvious reason, his attitude changed. He began to admire dogs and even developed a strong fondness for them. At his command, his estate manager placed advertisements in newspapers for a dog of an excellent breed. Jamil Khan wanted a dog that would remain with him at all times and understand his gestures without words.
By Sudais Zakwan9 days ago in Horror
The Zodiac Killer: Randomness as Rehearsal?
California, late 1960s... The country was loud. Televisions glowed late into the night. Radios carried voices across highways and into homes. America was watching itself, war overseas, unrest in the streets, optimism colliding with anxiety in real time. And in that noise, something learned how to whisper.
By Veil of Shadows10 days ago in Horror
The Ninth Hour of Malachi : SEASON 2
Season 2 Chapter 5 BROKEN DOCUMENTED FACT: The Monastery of the Silent Veil was built on the ruins of a pre-Christian pagan site known for ritual sacrifice. Historians note a significant number of suicides among the early monks, with bodies often found twisted into unnatural postures, mimicking the position of a figure being broken on a wheel. The term "Malachi's Hour" first appears in a 13th-century text, referencing the ninth hour of the day...the hour of ultimate darkness before dawn.
By Tales That Breathe at Night11 days ago in Horror
Nothing Felt Wrong at First — That’s What Made It Terrifying
Short introduction Come Closer is a psychological horror novel about possession, but not in the dramatic, spinning-head, holy-water kind of way. It’s quiet, modern, and very close to real life. The book follows a woman named Amanda as something slowly starts going wrong with her thoughts, her behavior, and her sense of self. It’s short, simple, and written in a very direct voice — which is exactly why it works.
By Rosalina Jane13 days ago in Horror
My Cancer Manifesto . Content Warning.
It starts with love . . . Unconditional Love: Ai 爱爱爱爱爱爱爱爱爱爱爱爱爱爱爱爱爱爱 I have survived cancer twice, and I was told I was about to die. However, I radically changed my mindset and my diet while in the hospital and I did a lot of walking meditation to stay positive. Though I survived cancer treatments twice with chemo, I filed bankruptcy and was forced to retire from teaching.
By SAMURAI SAM AND WILD DRAGONS13 days ago in Horror
Jack the Ripper: The Silence That Never Left...
London, 1888... At night, the city did not sleep; it thinned. Gas lamps cast weak halos that failed to reach the corners of the streets. Sound behaved strangely in Whitechapel. Footsteps overlapped. Voices blurred. A single cry could vanish into brick and fog before it fully formed. Thousands of people moved through the same narrow corridors each evening, close enough to brush past one another, distant enough to remain unknown.
By Veil of Shadows14 days ago in Horror
3:17 AM.
The first thing people noticed about Building 9A was how quiet it was. Too quiet. No children played in the corridors. No televisions hummed behind closed doors. Even during the day, the building felt frozen in time, as if sound itself refused to stay there for long. But the rent was cheap, and the city was expensive, so people moved in anyway.
By Rosalina Jane14 days ago in Horror
The Haar: A Fog That Hides More Than You Want to See
Short introduction The Haar is a short horror novel set in a quiet Scottish coastal town. It mixes folklore, grief, body horror, and revenge in a way that feels both strange and oddly emotional. On the surface, it looks like a creature feature. But once you start reading, you realize it’s really about loneliness, loss, and what happens when someone finally decides they’ve had enough of being stepped on.
By Rosalina Jane15 days ago in Horror
Someone Has Been Watching Me My Whole Life
The first time I saw him, he was standing beside my mother’s grave. Clad in a black coat, with no umbrella and an emotionless face, he stood perfectly still. Rain soaked his hair, yet he didn’t move, only gazing at her name carved into the stone. When he caught me watching, he looked up and smiled.
By Rosalina Jane15 days ago in Horror
