Horror

H.H. Holmes: The Murderer Who Built a House of Horror
H.H. Holmes, born Herman Webster Mudgett, is considered one of the first modern serial killers. Operating during the late 19th century, Holmes used his charm, intelligence, and cunning to lure victims into his deadly trap. Holmes, who is famous for building the infamous "Murder Castle" in Chicago, is thought to have killed at least twenty people, though some estimates say it could have been much higher. This is the complete story of H.H. Holmes, from his childhood through his crimes, the infamous "Murder Castle," his capture, and one of America's most chilling killers' lasting legacy. Early Life: A Troubled Beginning
By Shahadat Hossain12 months ago in Chapters
Jeffrey Dahmer: The Milwaukee Cannibal – A Full History of a Serial Killer
Jeffrey Dahmer is one of the most infamous serial killers in American history—his name synonymous with horror, depravity, and the darkest corners of the human psyche. Nicknamed "The Milwaukee Cannibal," his crimes shocked the world not only for their brutality but also for their disturbing psychological undertones. Between 1978 and 1991, Dahmer murdered 17 young men and boys, committing acts of necrophilia, dismemberment, and cannibalism.
By Shahadat Hossain12 months ago in Chapters
The Conduit: Chapter 8
A launch departed the Oceanic Station below the gangway where Carter was running laps. He looked to the ocean, watching the boat as it roared to life, speeding away across the slight chop of the warm Pacific waters. Carter wondered where the doctor was going off to at such an early time of day, but as a senior member of the staff, she had clearances he didn’t possess. She could take a launch without going through Commander Shepherd’s office, or at least that’s what he thought. He didn’t know anything about the pleasure craft anchored a mile from the station.
By The Man Behind The Mask12 months ago in Chapters
Mary had a little lamb. Content Warning.
The chapel cracked apart. Not with noise, but with absence. The air folded in on itself, and the stone walls peeled away like brittle paper, revealing darkness—not blackness, but a depthless void that watched. Gravity shifted. Time unraveled.
By E. hasan12 months ago in Chapters
Mary had a little lamb . Content Warning.
Mary wandered for hours, the cold biting at her skin, but the world no longer followed rules she understood. The village looked the same from a distance—but up close, the houses were different. Windows boarded from the inside. Doors covered in old, brittle runes. No sounds. No voices.
By E. hasan12 months ago in Chapters
Mary had a little lamb . Content Warning.
Mary awoke to silence. She didn’t know how long she had been asleep—or if she had ever truly woken at all. Time felt warped, stretched thin like old wool. The ceiling above her was unfamiliar: rough wooden beams dark with age. A candle flickered somewhere nearby, casting shadows that danced like silent specters on the walls. Her limbs were heavy. Her mouth dry. But she was alive. Sebastian was the first thing she saw when she turned her head. Sitting at the edge of the room, motionless. Watching. As always. “Where… am I?” she whispered, throat raw. “You’re home,” he said gently. His voice, once a comfort, now sent a chill down her spine. “You were sick. But I’ve been taken care of you.” She nodded, too weak to question further. He nuzzled her hand with false affection, and for a fleeting moment, Mary felt the warmth of familiarity. But then, in the quiet, she heard something else. Whispers. Faint. From the floorboards below. She tried to sit up, but her body refused. Her mind, however, began to unravel the knots. There were flashes—fragments of a forest clearing, a red cloak, blood on snow. A woman screaming. A voice, too deep to belong to any lamb, whispering: “She doesn’t need to know.” Mary began to weep, quietly. And Sebastian pressed closer, as if comforting her. But she noticed something. The smell. Not of earth or hay. Not of farm life or woodsmoke. It was the coppery scent of blood. Mary’s gaze drifted across the room. In the corner, beneath a cloth, was something lumpy. A shape she couldn’t define. She blinked hard, and when she opened her eyes again, the cloth was gone. Empty space. No trace. Her mind must be playing tricks on her. That’s what Sebastian told her. “You’re remembering things that didn’t happen,” he said calmly, almost pitying. “Trauma creates shadows. I’m here to keep them away.” She nodded, trying to believe him. But every night, when the candle burned low and the shadows grew long, the whispers returned. And they weren’t in her head. They came from beneath the floor.
By E. hasan12 months ago in Chapters
Before It Ends. Content Warning.
"Wh... what??" My voice trembled as I stared in shock at my mother with the ring in my hands as my gaze moved to the deep red stone on it.
By Luna Verity12 months ago in Chapters
When the Oil Runs Dry
My mother never liked to talk about her childhood village. Said the air there was heavy. Not with heat—something else. Like memories that didn’t belong to you, but watched you anyway.
By Simanto Mojumder12 months ago in Chapters
Mary had a little lamb . Content Warning.
Part Three: The Hollowing Months passed. Spring should have brought warmth and new life to the village, but instead, an eerie stillness settled over it. The trees, though green, never rustled. Birdsong was absent. The air carried a weight, as if the forest itself were holding its breath.
By E. hasan12 months ago in Chapters
Mary had a little lamb . Content Warning.
Winter came early that year. The cold was sharp, the air brittle. The village huddled into itself, smoke curling from chimneys as the snow crept silently across the fields. Mary barely noticed the change. Her world was warm, safe—protected by Sebastian. Or so she thought.
By E. hasan12 months ago in Chapters
Mary had a little lamb . Content Warning.
Mary lived in a quiet village, nestled between thick woods and open meadows. Her life was simple, and she cherished the peaceful moments spent tending to her small farm, where she kept chickens, a few cows, and, most notably, a little lamb named Sebastian.
By E. hasan12 months ago in Chapters
Whispers of the Past (Chapter 05)
Maya's mind was spinning. With every step she took, she felt like she was being pulled deeper and deeper into a labyrinth of realities she wasn't sure she was ready for. James had urged her to leave, but something inside of her compelled her to believe that she had no choice but to uncover the final truth, no matter what.
By Bari Mir Rahamatul12 months ago in Chapters