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Most recently published stories in Horror.

The Whisper in the Walls
Sarah moved into the Victorian-style house on the outskirts of Blackwood seeking silence, but the house had its own voice. It started as a rhythmic scratching behind the bedroom wallpaper, which she dismissed as mice. However, as the weeks passed, the sound evolved. It wasn’t the frantic clawing of a rodent; it was the slow, deliberate sound of fingernails dragging across wood, moving in sync with her footsteps as she walked down the hallway.
By Edge Wordsa day ago in Horror
Corpse Eaters
She lay in the snowbank, lifeless and still, but not peaceful. Heavy snowflakes stuck to the alabaster skin that wrapped around her contorted horror stricken body, a small red hole above her left breast. I could not feel the weight of the heavy dark coat wrapped around my body nor the sting of the cold steel lantern my fingers wrapped around. My mind reeling, attempting to make sense of what I had just witnessed.
By Briera day ago in Horror
The Shadow. Content Warning.
The prison had a sound. Not silence. Never silence. It breathed. Metal doors slammed with the finality of verdicts. Footsteps echoed in hollow corridors.
By Ambera day ago in Horror
The Shadow . Content Warning.
The silence after danger was the cruelest part. Mara had expected relief. Expected the moment after the arrest to feel like breathing after being held underwater.
By Ambera day ago in Horror
The Shadow. Content Warning.
The first thing Gabriel felt was not fear. It was absence. Not the agents flooding the basement with weapons drawn and voices sharp enough to splinter the air.
By Ambera day ago in Horror
The Shadow. Content Warning.
The lie had to feel like love. That was the part Mara understood now. It couldn’t be perfect. Perfection would make him suspicious.
By Ambera day ago in Horror
The Shadow. Content Warning.
Dinner tasted like ash. Mara smiled anyway. Across the table, Gabriel moved with the same quiet elegance she had once found comforting. He plated the pasta with care, poured the wine with a practiced hand, and looked at her as if she were the only person in the world.
By Ambera day ago in Horror
The Shadow. Content Warning.
Mara did not sleep. Gabriel did. Or at least, he appeared to. He lay beside her in the darkness, one arm draped loosely across his chest, breathing slow and even, the rise and fall of his body so calm it almost made her question everything she had seen.
By Ambera day ago in Horror
The Shadow. Content Warning.
Mara did not scream. The instinct rose, sharp and primal, but she forced it down before it could reach her throat. Gabriel stood in the doorway, backlit by the low amber glow from the hallway, his expression unreadable for the briefest moment before it softened into something gentle.
By Ambera day ago in Horror
The Shadow. Content Warning.
Love, Mara had learned, did not arrive all at once. It seeped in. Through laughter shared over burnt toast and over-steeped tea.
By Ambera day ago in Horror
The Shadow. Content Warning.
By morning, the city had already started forgetting. That was one of the things Gabriel loved most about it. Cities consumed horror the way oceans swallowed blood… quickly, quietly, with no visible trace by daylight. By sunrise, the alley behind the river walk was cordoned off with yellow tape and half a dozen police cruisers, their lights flashing against rain-dark brick. Reporters would arrive by noon. By evening, the story would be everywhere.
By Ambera day ago in Horror
The Shadow. Content Warning.
The urge always returned at night. It did not knock. It did not whisper. It arrived like a tide beneath the skin… cold at first, then rising, swelling, pressing against bone until every nerve in his body hummed with it.
By Ambera day ago in Horror