Folkhorror Stories

Emok comes to write about places that survived history. Instead, he finds one that remembers it. Alongside Engoy, a quiet man shaped by war and old beliefs, he learns that some presences don't announce themselves with violence-but with expectation. It's the start of their wild adventure.

Odessa has always lived in the depths of slavery but when a power is revealed to be tied to her, her life is turned right-side up. Bound by a vision, she's tasked with helping her people escape a plantation steeped in death, despair, and danger. Will she free her people from the bondage of slavery?

This is going to be the compilation of short horror stories . Hope it will gives you chill..

The House with the Stained Glass Door is a brutal, atmospheric horror-thriller about six students who rent an old boarding house and discover survival is a game with rules that cut like glass: close your eyes, count to ten, don't breathe, don't open them, pray. Marla-the last to arrive and the only one drawn to the forbidden room-finds a perfect miniature of the house waiting inside, its tiny doors opening in tandem with doors that should never move. As mirrors learn hunger, floorboards unzip like throats, and laughter slithers through the walls, the house reveals an inherited appetite-one taught by cruelty and perfected by time. One by one, the game takes them in grotesque, intimate ways, until Marla, a Black heroine who refuses to be anyone's prey, fights back with ritual, grit, and the ugliest kind of hope. For readers who crave handcrafted dread, visceral body horror, and hauntings that linger like bruises, The House with the Stained Glass Door promises a scream you'll feel in your bones-and a silence that's worse. ©️ Relle H

Everybody wants to be free. To live freely, but even "freedom" exists with a boundary until you get lost with weary. Where do people go when they vanish? And how could they return after leaving the door? This is a story of people who disappeared and were found different than before.

Paranelope, a ghost hunter who's been cancelled for faking evidence, must discover the truth behind a local cryptid in order to clear her name. -- Penelope, better known as the ghost hunter PARANELOPE to her millions of followers, has only ever wanted one thing: to find solid, irrefutable proof of the supernatural. But when her ex-boyfriend outs all of her evidence as fake, her fans and the rest of the Internet are quick to turn on her. Now not only is Penelope betrayed, heartbroken, and #cancelled... She's not sure what to believe in anymore. Seeking refuge, Penelope lands in the quiet little mountain town of Ridgestone, far away from the city and reliable cell service. But Ridgestone isn't as quiet as it first appeared, and washed-up influencers aren't the only thing haunting its surrounding woods. The little town is home to a cryptid, a legendary monster, just like the ones she used to hunt. A monster that seems particularly interested in Penelope. If only someone would believe her... Rankings ------------ Featured on the Front Page Featured in Don't Get Ghosted #1 in #Paranormal #1 in #Cryptid #1 in #Creature #1 in #FolkHorror #2 in #Ghost #15 in #Horror

Adisa always dismissed his father's warnings about the cursed land-until the night a spectral woman in tattered red emerged from the baobab grove, her bare feet bleeding into the dust. "Your blood knows my pain," she whispered, her grip icy. She speaks of a broken promise, a debt owed by his grandfather-one that has festered into a generational curse. Now, the barren fields, the failing crops-they all make sense. But her demand is worse: "You must love me." As the boundary between myth and reality crumbles, Adisa must choose: surrender to a ghost's twisted bargain or watch his bloodline-and his future-wither to dust. The land remembers. And so does she."

In the forgotten village of Dunhallow, the earth remembers what the living have tried to forget. When Maeve Halcroft returns to bury her estranged mother, she finds a place bound by ancient rituals, unspoken rules, and voices that rise from the soil at night. Drawn deeper into the village's spiraling patterns, she uncovers a truth older than the stones-and a fate written in the roots beneath her feet.

[Updates Wednesdays] The sole beneficiary of her aunt's estate, Amber decides to move into the large house in a village she's never heard of, eager to get away from her parents and make something of her life. On first glance, everything seems normal--there's a tight-knit community full of the kind of people Amber expects to find in a place like this and she's sure they'll warm up to her... eventually. But something is lurking under the apparently peaceful surface. Something old. Something evil. Something out for blood.

The rain never stops in Salem's Wake. When Lenora Hallow returns to bury her father, the town feels less abandoned than asleep - and the church he left behind still breathes. Each night, the bell tolls at 3:33. Each morning, the soil on her floor grows darker. Something beneath the church listens when she moves, remembers when she speaks, and waits when she prays. In a place where faith rots slow and silence has a pulse, Lenora must decide whether she's uncovering her father's madness or inheriting his devotion. Because in Salem's Wake, there is no God. Only the one who remembers.

🌿 The Peepal Tree Behind Our House In my village, death is not the end. It is only a pause. When Aarav returns to his ancestral home after his grandmother's sudden death, he expects grief, rituals, and silence. What he doesn't expect are rules-rules no one explains, rules no one dares to break. The back door must stay open at night. Bodies are not taken for cremation before sunrise. And no one looks at the Peepal tree behind the house after midnight. They say it's just a tree. They say it protects the village. But trees don't whisper names in the dark. And they don't knock. As buried secrets surface and forgotten sacrifices demand remembrance, Aarav must uncover the truth behind the Peepal tree-before it decides he belongs to it. Because in this village, the dead listen... and the living pay the price. 🕯️ Genre: Indian Folk Horror | Supernatural | Mystery | Psychological 🧿 Themes: Village secrets • Old rituals • Curses • Fear of tradition • Ancient bargains 🔖 Suggested Wattpad Tags: #IndianHorror #FolkHorror #VillageHorror #PeepalTree #Supernatural #DarkMystery #CursedVillage #HorrorStory #IndianFolklore #SlowBurnHorror

(I have another book titled The Outsiders which is a collection of original sci-fi stories, sorry about the confusion!) The Outsider is a story that follows a typical family moves into a small, quaint farm town only to get terrorized by a monstrous entity trope. What makes this story special to me is my history with it. When I was really young, I was heavily into horror. Through this, I discovered a youtube channel called Moon Raven Tales. This channel brought stories from the "Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark" trilogy to life in ways you can't get just by laying bored in bed at night. Although I grew out of the channel, recent developments in made me do a little searching. I discovered a channel called Moon Raven Legends which has archived a good portion of the videos on Moon Raven Tales which included "The Outsider" This was my favorite as a young child. I think I watched it almost every night like it was my favorite bedtime story. So now that I've rambled on about it trying to spoil as little as possible (which is difficult from how short it is, regarding it's meant for verbal retelling) I'll be very appreciative if you read my rewriting of this tale! (I mostly did this as a small writing exercise)

An English reconnaissance unit vanished deep in Serbia in 1915. Months later, two soldiers returned-marked by trauma, changed beyond recognition, and obsessed with a place no one could find on any map: Velinovac. A chapel that breathes. Children without eyes. A village not buried in soil, but in memory. Velinovac was never found-because it was never meant to be.

A strange mask. A stubborn girl. A warning they should've listened to. Six months later, something in Partho's apartment won't stop bleating.

What happens after you hit a deer with your car? And not turn it into pocket jerky?

Before the next page in Hermeitis's grimoire, there is another story. Not written by a wizard, but spoken by a villager who strayed too far past the tree line. They say he's an old friend of Hermeitis-a kindly mage with a strange grin and stranger hobbies. But the boy who wandered into his lair would tell you otherwise. This is the tale of Fenwick Merryweather-where the jars still breathe, the tea speaks in memories, and the smoke never rises.

In the quiet hills of Darjeeling, something ancient has awakened. when tragedy strikes the Rai family in the peaceful villageof Mansi Gaw. It sets off a chain of eerie events that no one can explain. Children fall ill. Shadows whisper. And at night, something moves in the forest. as school teacher John Rai searches for answers, he is pulled deeper into the haunted past of his family- and the terrifying rituals of the jhākris, shamans who peak with the dead. with faith unraveling and fear spreading, a horrifying truth surfaces, some spirits never rest, and some bloodlines are cursed.

Use of the Writing Prompt, " A Line From A Shakespeare sonnet to start a story"

She said no. It killed her husband. Then took her child. Now it wants her. Gachsaran, 1985. One promise. One stalker.