Horror
It Lurked in Darkness. Content Warning.
Ray enjoyed investigating abandoned places with his friends. It was something of a hobby now that they all started as just a fun thing to do when they spent time together. This weekend they would be visiting the Halloran Manor a long since abandoned home that had been forgotten by time.
By 3rrornightshifta day ago in Fiction
Space and Time. Content Warning.
Time I just wanted to explore the world. See its beauty, relish the experience of discovery; at least, a discovery new to me. But even that seemed to be a tall order. As soon as I received my apprenticeship honors from the village leader, my dear mother was bewitched as she ventured to the mountains. They told me not a single person has ever awakened from a bewitchment, that after twelve years, the souls of those bewitched will be snuffed as tribute to the gods. They told me this was divine retribution. That this was fate, and if not for her going up to the mountains to pray to her false deities, she would still be alive. But she was alive…
By bemnet zelalem3 days ago in Fiction
Echoes of Resistance
The streets of Bristol were alive that day, though not with the usual hum of buses and chatter, but with the heavy pulse of voices that demanded to be heard. I had not intended to join the protest—I came to observe, to write, to bear witness—but once I stepped into the swell of people, the energy was impossible to ignore. The banners waved above heads, each one a story, a demand, a prayer. The scent of rain-soaked asphalt mixed with the faint tang of chalk from hastily scrawled messages, leaving the air electric.
By imtiazalam4 days ago in Fiction
I Heard Someone Breathing While I Slept Alone
The Night Everything Changed I woke up at 3:12 AM, a time I’ve always associated with nightmares and the “witching hour.” At first, I thought it was just the wind brushing against the window blinds. But then I heard it—a slow, deliberate breathing coming from the darkness beside my bed.
By Mohammad Hamid4 days ago in Fiction
Group-think, However Sanctimonious... . Content Warning.
Excerpt from Iceman Xavier Rickles Today, I found, at the moonshiners’ old place, something glowing in the muddy ashes where the still once sat. It had been harshly secured as my first sight of That Brochure. I let Gwen know where I was and took the ladder down to the moonshine shrine, a couple of cots, and a workstation. Amongst it was a cash stash of $234,650, 3 crates of shine, a change of clothes per cot, wallet of the deceased. Plus 500 more dollars. Behind the cot, which was the first thing to your left, I found a dart. Maybe the board was once near the large metal cylinder inside a steel tub, shedding rust into the dark dirt. The tip of the dart had been caked in clay, or like I said, that rusted equipment, but also matched that of the D.C.S. Atrium. I searched the wall for the former target spread, spotting a darkness in there that made my flashlight fail like a whimpering torch, feeding off the fresh batteries to an aggravation level almost making my legs wobble. Could have been the unseeable depth and the absence of reference of where the light was truly halting. Stopped five or so feet ahead, but there's more to go...again? The dark makes this hovel feel physically unknowable. I caught a glimpse, however, above the workbench. I moved it for a closer look to find what I thought was bothering me so much, and kept looking even after the motivation in me left. It was trail.
By Willem Indigo4 days ago in Fiction
The Keeper of Forgotten Hours
Elara Voss had never believed in things that couldn't be measured. She was a horologist — a restorer of antique clocks — and her world was built on gears, springs, and the cold mathematics of time. Every second could be accounted for. Every tick had a reason.
By Dr Hamza Yaqoob 5 days ago in Fiction
The Last Letter From Tomorrow. AI-Generated.
In a small town called Evergreen, nestled between ancient, towering mountains and endless green fields, lived a young girl named Mia. She was eleven years old, with bright eyes and a wild imagination. Mia loved exploring the mystical woods behind her house, imagining that fairies and magical creatures lived there. However, she also had a secret obsession with time travel. She dreamed of visiting the future and seeing what wonders awaited her.
By Hamad Afridi 5 days ago in Fiction
The Frozen Pass Mystery: The Night Nine Hikers Ran Into the Darkness. AI-Generated.
In the winter of 1959, a group of nine university students decided to attempt a difficult expedition through a remote mountain range deep in northern Russia. The leader of the group was Arman Karev, a calm and experienced hiker known among his friends for planning tough but exciting adventures. Joining him were his close friends: Leonid Petrov, Sasha Morov, Nikolai Varenko, Yuri Sokol, Viktor Belin, Irina Volkova, Tania Orlov, and Mira Petrenko. All of them were skilled hikers. Some had already completed several winter expeditions before. None of them were beginners, and they knew exactly how dangerous the mountains could be in February. Still, adventure called them. They began their journey at the end of January, carrying heavy backpacks, cameras, journals, and enough supplies to survive the brutal cold. Their goal was to cross the frozen mountain pass and return home with stories of challenge and victory. During the first days of the expedition, everything seemed normal. Photos later recovered from their cameras showed the group laughing, walking through deep snow, and setting up camp under the pale winter sky. They looked happy, confident, and completely unaware of the mystery their journey would become. But after they failed to return on the scheduled date, worry began to spread. Days turned into weeks. Finally, search teams were organized to look for the missing hikers. When rescuers reached the area where the group was believed to have camped, they quickly found something strange. The tent was still there. But something about it felt wrong. The fabric of the tent had been cut open from the inside. Experienced hikers would never destroy their own shelter in the middle of a snowstorm unless something forced them to escape immediately. Outside the tent, the snow told a silent story. Footprints led away from the campsite. But the rescuers noticed something terrifying. Some footprints appeared to belong to people who were barefoot or wearing only socks. In temperatures far below freezing, leaving shelter without boots or coats would be almost certain death. The tracks continued down the slope toward a dark forest about a kilometer away. When searchers followed the trail, they discovered the first two bodies beneath a tall cedar tree. It was Yuri Sokol and Leonid Petrov. Near them were the remains of a small fire, as if they had desperately tried to warm themselves before the cold became too much. Between the tree and the abandoned campsite, three more bodies were found: Arman Karev, Sasha Morov, and Nikolai Varenko. Their positions suggested something heartbreaking. It looked as if they had been trying to crawl back to the tent before collapsing in the snow. Weeks later, after heavy snow began to melt, the remaining four hikers were discovered inside a nearby ravine. What investigators saw next made the mystery even darker. Irina Volkova had a fractured skull. Viktor Belin had several broken ribs. Mira Petrenko was missing her tongue. And Tania Orlov had severe internal injuries that looked similar to those caused by a powerful collision. Yet strangely, there were almost no external wounds. Even more confusing, there were no signs that anyone else had been present. No other footprints. No evidence of an attack. Some of the hikers’ clothing was later reported to have unusual radiation traces, adding another layer of mystery to the case. Over time, theories began to appear everywhere. Some believed a sudden avalanche might have terrified the group. Others suggested secret military tests happening in the mountains that night. A few locals even claimed they had seen strange glowing lights in the sky during the same period. But none of the explanations fully answered the biggest question. Why would nine trained hikers suddenly panic so badly that they cut open their tent and run into the freezing darkness? Years later, the case file was quietly closed with a strange explanation. Officials simply stated that the hikers died due to “an unknown and overwhelming force.” The mountain pass where the tragedy happened was later renamed Frozen Pass in memory of the lost hikers. Even today, hikers who visit the area say the place feels unusually quiet. The wind moves slowly through the snow-covered slopes, and the forest stands dark and still beneath the mountains. Some visitors say that standing there at night feels unsettling—almost as if the mountain is hiding something. Something that happened long ago. Something no one has ever fully understood. And perhaps never will.
By Baseer Shaheen 5 days ago in Fiction
