Horror

Magpie. AI-Generated.
The fluorescent lights of the Bureau of Magical Regulation hummed with a frequency that felt like a needle scratching against the inside of Merlina’s skull. It was a sterile, clean sound—the sound of a world that had successfully scrubbed the blood off its hands and replaced it with industrial-grade disinfectant. Merlina sat on a cold steel bench, her wrists bound by damp-dampening shackles that felt like lead weights. Around her neck, the heavy iron collar of the BMR pulsed with a faint, rhythmic violet light, a constant reminder that her internal clock was no longer her own. To the government, she was a ‘Unit.’ To the citizens, she was a ‘Resource.’ To herself, she was a magpie caught in a cage of high-fidelity glass.
By Eris Willow22 minutes ago in Fiction
Circles
She thumbed through the yearbook until she found his face. Circling it with a red sharpie, she remembered a time she’d do the same to her friends, her crushes. Harmless pre-summer fun.
By Matthew J. Frommabout 2 hours ago in Fiction
A Knock At The Door
What do you do when there’s a knock at the door? Normally you will go and answer it, see who it is , invite them in or send them on their way. That’s what any normal person in a normal situation would do.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about 8 hours ago in Fiction
Harbinger of Despair. Top Story - March 2026.
Who was he but just a man? To feel the weight of the world on his shoulders, he was no Atlas. Yet his bowed stance and tender neck suggested otherwise. It came to him in a dream: the absent stoking of an everlasting flame. A gnarled finger pointed towards an inevitable end, a sign that couldn't be ignorantly shaded; recurrence made sure of it. He didn't remember how long it had been going on; time didn't matter at this point. He just knew it was long enough to be petrified to fall asleep.
By James U. Rizziabout 17 hours ago in Fiction
Oni. Content Warning.
In the shade cast by the blood moon a chill is felt. It is the darkness mirrored of the creature beginning to stir in the crimson pools of reflected starlight.
By Griffen Helmabout 18 hours ago in Fiction
The Stranger Who Knew My Name
The night he discovered me, it was raining. Not the kind of gentle rain that is romantic in films. That bitter enraged sort that cuts in a flash through your coat, and leaves you feeling that the sky is out to convey to you something you are yet unprepared to know.
By StoryNestabout 23 hours ago in Fiction
The Mansion
The rain beat against the mansion. A pair of headlights cut through the rain. The limo pulled into the driveway. The chauffer opened the door and out stepped Barbara Homestead, a reporter for the Supernatural Tattler.” She wore simple attire: a blue blouse, brown jacket, blue jeans, and brown platform shoes. She was a woman of her time and that time was the 1990’s. The year was officially 1995. Vietnam had just ended. The date was October 1st. She needed plenty of time before Halloween to get her story published. She used the garage door knocker and waited for a reply. She heard footsteps on linoleum.
By DJ Robbinsa day ago in Fiction
Deadly Subconscious. Content Warning.
March,20th-2027 Dear me, Whenever you find this, know that I’m sorry you have to deal with the aftermath of my actions. And please remember I have my reasons….
By Ollie J Arts2 days ago in Fiction
The House
He awoke tied to a chair. He opened his eyes, trying to adjust his vision to the dark. From the musty smell mixed with the scent of death, it wasn't good. Waking up to tied to a chair was already bad enough, but that wasn't the part that made him panic. He looked around the room, realizing that he was in the basement. When he was dragged down there, he briefly remembered how the men laughed when they let his head bang against the stairs going down. He could still feel a slight pain in the back of his head.
By Emy Quinn2 days ago in Fiction
Night of The Pandas. Content Warning.
Just an FYI: March 16th is National Panda Day! It began like any other night. My husband, brother, and I took our dogs out for a late-night stroll. They did not like being out around our neighbors or their respective pets, and neither did we, so this routine suited us just fine--anything to maintain the peace.
By Rain Dayze2 days ago in Fiction
Why a Real Zombie Apocalypse Would Probably Fail
They’re the living dead. Our nightmares wrapped in rotting flesh. Brain-hungry monsters that shuffle through our favorite shows and movies like they own the place.
By Areeba Umair2 days ago in Fiction
Right Instead of Left. Content Warning.
Vera usually kept quiet, but tonight Marigold’s elaborate fantasy of metamorphism into a mosquito made her erupt with laughter. Marigold had been interned on Serapis for stealing and consuming nearly a gallon of O-positive from a blood bank on Earth.
By Bride of Sound2 days ago in Fiction