Horror

Borrowed Time
My beat-up little red Beetle barely made it up the house’s drive. I will say this: the house had presence. A looming presence. But I needed the job.
By Alicia Anspaugh6 minutes ago in Fiction
The Noise Complaint; normal is only a setting on a dryer
The first time anyone mentioned the noise complaint, nobody could explain what noise was. Mr. Alvarez lived in 3B. He was soft-spoken, walked slowly, watered the hallway plants when the super forgot. The kind of neighbor people described as quiet and kind even when they didn’t know him; which is why the relocation felt administrative rather than alarming.
By Cadmaabout 13 hours ago in Fiction
Follow The Rules
One of the things that was always trotted out was: "If you have done nothing wrong, you have nothing to fear" That would be fine if the systems worked properly and were transparent and above board. People were told that slight changes were needed to ensure the safety of them and their families, and people generally accepted it.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred a day ago in Fiction
Ascension Day
Welcome, everyone, to our coverage of one of the most important days in our calendar. Ascension Day. Stay tuned for a brief history lesson into when and why Ascension Day became so important, interviews with members of The Ascended, and all you could ever want to know about the Intake of 2086. We will speak to the individuals shaping our future and the families they will be assigned to life with.
By Paul Stewart2 days ago in Fiction
The Service Log Doesn't Lie. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
If you want to understand a highway town stretched thin over thirty miles, stop thinking of it as a town. Think of it as a long, tired receipt: itemized loneliness, subtotaled boredom, taxed hope.
By Jesse Shelley3 days ago in Fiction
The Lantern Keeper’s Secret
Every night, the lanterns lit the harbor like fallen stars. Fishermen swore the glow kept storms away. Travelers said the lights guided them safely home.
By Salman Writes3 days ago in Fiction
The Hindu Kush: History, Myth, and the Story of “Two Hundred Thousand”
Across social media and messaging platforms, a dramatic historical claim frequently appears regarding the origin of the name “Hindu Kush.” The story states that during the reign of Sultan Muhammad bin Tughlaq, nearly 200,000 Punjabis—men, women, and children—were captured and marched across the mountains toward Afghanistan. According to the claim, they froze to death in extreme winter conditions, and the mountain range was therefore named “Hindu Kush,” allegedly meaning “Killer of Hindus.”
By khan3 days ago in Fiction
The Giller
The Giller roused from his fitful slumber and rose from his sleeping bag, as worn and thin as the metal floor beneath it.
By Aaron Morrison4 days ago in Fiction
The Hands That Rocked The Baby Killed Its Daddy
The Hands That Rocked The Baby Killed Its Daddy They said she was gentle. They said she had the softest voice in the ward, the kind that could calm a fevered child with a single hush. They said she was patient. Devoted. Harmless. They never listened closely enough.
By George’s Girl 2026 4 days ago in Fiction
The Dream
Andrew didn't want to go to sleep again. He was already weirded out by the odd dreams he had been having lately. He thought about telling his friends and family, but he wasn't sure how they were going to feel about his dreams. He wasn't the kind of person who talked about stuff like that. It wasn't easy for him to share his feelings about certain subjects.
By Emy Quinn4 days ago in Fiction
The Train That Never Stops
Every city has a last train. The one that runs just before midnight. The one that carries tired workers, students half asleep, and strangers who never look at each other.
By Salman Writes5 days ago in Fiction
The Kindness
The car finally ground to a halt in the darkest, most desolate country road on the planet. ‘Typical,’ hissed Gerry, slamming both fists on the steering wheel.
By Matthew Batham5 days ago in Fiction