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The Ninth Hour of Malachi : SEASON 1
Season 1 Chapter 1 Excerpt from the private diary of Father Sorin, Novice Exorcist. Entry dated October 14th, 2003. Location: The Monastery of the Silent Veil, Bucegi Mountains, Romania.
By Tales That Breathe at Night2 months ago in Horror
House No 450
On the night of the feast, we three sisters stayed up late talking. It must have been around two in the morning. We thought we could hear the sound of conversation coming from the TV lounge outside. Who could it be at that moment? As soon as we opened the door to the room while we were talking and came out,...
By Sudais Zakwan2 months ago in Horror
The Man Who Appears Only When You Blink
Everyone in my town sees him—but only in the split second when their eyes close. The first time I noticed him, I thought it was just fatigue.
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror
5 Most Haunted Objects in History: From Annabelle to Robert the Doll
I have a confession to make: I am obsessed with European history, specifically castles. There’s something about a stone fortress that feels like a magnet for the paranormal. In my mind, every castle is haunted, usually by a lady in a white dress, a headless nobleman, or (the absolute worst) creepy ghost children.
By Areeba Umair2 months ago in Horror
The Last Call from a Dead Phone
I recognized the ringtone before I understood what I was hearing. It was soft, tinny, wrong—an outdated jingle I hadn’t heard in years. The sound crept through my apartment at 11:43 PM, threading its way into my bones before my mind caught up.
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror
My Reflection Started Blinking First
The first time it happened, I blamed exhaustion. I’d been working late for weeks, sleeping in fragments, living on coffee and half-remembered dreams. When I stood in the bathroom at 2:11 AM, staring at my own face under the harsh yellow light, it didn’t feel strange that my eyes burned or that the reflection looked slightly off. Fatigue plays tricks, everyone says that.
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror
The Train That Only Runs for the Missing
The train station wasn’t on any map. I found it by accident, following a shortcut home after a late shift, cutting through a street I’d walked past a hundred times but never down. The air smelled wrong there—stale, like rain trapped underground. At the end of the road stood a narrow platform lit by flickering yellow bulbs. A rusted sign hung crooked above it, blank except for peeling paint.
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror
The House That Breathes at Night
At first, everyone thought the sound was plumbing. A soft groan, like old pipes stretching, always around the same time—3:17 AM. In a house as old as ours, that wasn’t unusual. The building had stood for more than a century, swallowing generations of families, secrets sealed behind layers of paint and plaster. Houses like that made noise. They sighed. They settled. They complained.
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror
My Wife Started Sleepwalking Into the Basement We Don’t Have
Every night, she comes back knowing something new By Anees Ul Ameen The first time my wife sleepwalked, I wasn’t scared.
By anees2 months ago in Horror
Indigo Hunger
Arthur first noticed it with the maps. Stacked high in the forgotten archives, their old, brittle paper smelled of dust and time. But the oceans, drawn in a deep, almost indigo ink, gave off something else. A whisper on his tongue. Not a smell, not a memory, but a taste, faint as a phantom limb. He licked his lips, confused. Just old paper, he told himself, the chemical tang of dried ink. Nothing more.
By HAADI2 months ago in Horror
The Sixtieth Second
The Sixtieth Second The evening of December 31, 2025 wasn’t like any other. A weird sense of foreboding lay over the world—not an exhilaration at new beginnings, but a kind of boniness in the air; like when there’s this too-silent hush before news comes down that shatters everything. Millions gathered in Times Square and throughout the world’s capitals. But from a screen in his darkened bedroom, Adam had watched the festivities with an unplaceable dread.
By WR.Sandy Maher2 months ago in Horror
The Echoing Asylum of Silaos: Where the Patients Never Left | SEASON FINALE
Chatpter 10 CHRONICLER’S LOG: A recovered page from Father Elias’s final journal is stained with what appears to be a black, oily substance. The handwriting is erratic and panicked. The entry describes the Queen as a 'psychic virus,' a gestalt entity composed of every soul that has been broken within the asylum. Its goal is not to possess, but to assimilate.
By Tales That Breathe at Night2 months ago in Horror