18 Oct

Posted at 11:00h in Apocalyptic and Dystopian, Conspiracies and Government, Cosmic Horror and Lovecraftian Stories, Isolation and Loneliness, Monsters, Creatures, and Cryptids, Psychological Horror, Sounds and Voices, Survival Horror, Suspense and Thrillers

Part I Listen, before I start—if anyone finds this, if anyone reads this, you need to know something. I shouldn’t be talking about this. It’s been ten years since that night, and I’ve kept my mouth shut like I promised, even when I wanted to scream...

24 Sep

Posted at 11:00h in Strange and Unexplained

Woodard Hall was empty.  All the university workers were gone for the day, but it didn’t matter whether the building was occupied or not; it always felt empty.  The long corridors sprinkled with muted orange lights drained all the energy out of the building, like...

23 Sep

Posted at 11:00h in Strange and Unexplained

Mr. Vanhin had a wonderful day.  He woke up at 5 am, said his morning prayers, and cooked himself a full breakfast, complete with fried eggs, sausages, and bacon.  At 10 am, after a short nap in his favorite armchair, he grabbed his cane, put...

13 Jun

Posted at 11:00h in Animals and Wildlife, Beings and Entities, Children and Childhood, Folklore, Folktales, and Superstition, Monsters, Creatures, and Cryptids, Myths and Legends, Psychological Horror, Sounds and Voices, Survival Horror, Suspense and Thrillers

James was an eight-year-old boy with the heart of a dog and the energy of a hummingbird. His mother died when he was only five, so he lived with his grandmother, Babcia. They were very poor: their house was a tiny, dilapidated thing, with a...

12 May

Posted at 10:00h in Beings and Entities, Children and Childhood, Locations and Sites, Monsters, Creatures, and Cryptids, Psychological Horror, Sounds and Voices, Survival Horror, Suspense and Thrillers

“Do not go outside! Ignore all cries for help, no matter how human they sound!” shouted Alex’s dad. He pulled the cellar door over and paused to look back. “And lock this door behind me.” The door slammed shut. Alex locked it, walked down the stairs...

18 Apr

Posted at 11:00h in Sounds and Voices, Suspense and Thrillers

I sat down on the padded stool. It was cushioned and made of black leather. As I lifted the sticks, I couldn’t help but shake the feeling like I was being watched. Like there was some sort of audience staring at me just outside of...

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