A 1000-word horror story about memory, guilt, and the places that never forget. Mara thought she was there to archive the past. The house had other plans.

“The Hollowing — A barefoot child. A cellar that breathes. A pact that never died.” It captures the eerie dread of the story: a haunted house at the edge of frostbitten woods, a silent boy at the porch, and the creeping memory of a sacrifice that won’t stay buried.

The house is still there. No one remembers building it. But sometimes, late at night, if you walk past the pantry window, you’ll see a man staring out. His face is pale. His eyes are wide. And behind him, the cellar door is open. Waiting.

Halloween is that time of the year when everyone loves scary stories. Turn the lights down low and light your candles and get ready for a scary Halloween story.

The Hollow House is still listed. No plans. No permits. Just a room that watches. And a spiral that waits.

The museum reopened with a new exhibit: Echoes of the Forgotten. Visitors are drawn to the centerpiece—a tall, feminine structure of blackened steel. They say it hums. They say it breathes. They say if you listen closely, you’ll hear your own regrets whispered back to you. And if you step inside… You won’t be alone.

A small town overrun by world ending rabies. Can this brave dog be saved? Can the young reporter make a frontpage worthy article?

The house still stands. No address. No name. But if you walk the gravel path on a Thursday, you may hear a voice behind the east wing window. It will sound like your own. And it will ask: "Are you ready to remember?"

Newly-weds Daniel and Eleanor just moved into their marital home- a quiet, old Victorian. The house starts to whisper to Daniel at night, draining his sanity until he snaps.

A new writers introduction and what to expect from my channel. Also a little bit about who I am. Enjoy!

I'm sure that I feel the same way that most fiction writers feel, that is, they love to write but feel like they're not any good at marketing. If that's you, you're not alone.

This Essay is an analysis of the games Inside and Limbo, both of which are horror-based platformer games. The Essay compares how both games experiment with the concept of a platformer and create ambiance centric horror narratives.

In the midst of great violence and pungent chaos, a murder unfolded that would impact the future of a woman for decades to come. She knew not of how greatly her actions would impact her life until it was far too late to turn back. One shot, then two, then three, she was damned for all eternity.

The first few weeks at 113 Blackwood Lane were defined by the subtle dread that clung to the air like dust. It was the scent of old wood, mothballs and something metallic, something rotten. I quickly learned the house and two main inhabitants besides myself.

This story follows a girl who lives in an abusive household All she wants is to get away from it all, but she didn't know that what she did...would be so much worse than her house.

From hearing the echoes of agony, to the exploration of Redemsia, Omnia meets someone new. Perhaps the ones you think are compliant are actually trying to help save everything you are also trying to save. Omnia learns new information about Arius. About his past and the past of a specific Soldier of Destruction. Finally getting some headway on who all she can trust, chaos erupts in the most horrendous way.

A young man falls genuinely in love with a girl from an old, wealthy family. When he's drawn into her decaying ancestral mansion, greed begins to take hold. His betrayal awakens something dark within the house - and her family's lingering spirits exact a brutal supernatural revenge.

This is during the time when Blake and his girlfriend, Jessica were trapped in the cabin. Blake had just lost his grandmother, Claire and he's reminiscing on a time when he went hunting as a child with his long departed Grandfather, Dylan This is an excerpt taken from my first novel. The Entity of Blackwater Hills.

If you like creepy stories, this one is a true story, one that my wife and I went through in a creepy old farmhouse.

Doubt is a piece to have you engage in what childhood trauma does, but how trapped it can make you feel. Even the people closest to you to cause doubt, fear and make you question everything you thought you knew.