Folkhorror Stories

W grodzie nad wodami Olszycy giną ludzie. Gdy jesienne deszcze zacierają ślady, a mieszkańcy coraz częściej spoglądają z lękiem ku lasom i mokradłom, dawne sekrety zaczynają wychodzić na jaw. Bekwarek marzy o tym, by dorównać ojcu. Jarzec próbuje uciec przed starymi winami. Raszka słyszy głos, który przychodzi do niej w ciemności. Jedni szukają winy w wiedźmie. Inni w Mamunowym Zagajniku i starych bogach. A jeszcze inni w sobie nawzajem. Bo tu każdy coś ukrywa. Władyka dawne błędy. Wojowie stare krzywdy. Las prawdę o tym, co minęło. Nim ziemię zabielą śniegi, mieszkańcy grodu będą musieli odpowiedzieć sobie na jedno pytanie: czy większym zagrożeniem jest to, co czai się w lesie, czy to, co od dawna mieszka między nimi? Słowiańskie fantasy o pamięci, stracie, rodowej dumie i ludziach próbujących przeżyć w cieniu dawnych grzechów.

Blair is sixteen and lives in a small, remote town tucked deep in the Appalachian Mountains, where everyone knows each other and nothing ever really feels new. She has a close-knit group of friends, and they all go to the town's only school. Outside of class, they spend most of their time together-swimming in the creek, watching movies at each other's houses, and wandering the woods and backroads with nothing much else to do. Blair lives with her parents in a house that sits on a quiet stretch of land, with a smaller home just off to the side where her grandparents live. She has three siblings: an older brother two years ahead of her, an older sister just a year older, and a younger brother who is three years younger. The house is always a little too full and a little too loud, but it's the kind of place everyone comes back to eventually.

Sretovo is a place where you don't just lose your way. You lose your reality. Welcome to the Velebit mountains, 1990s, where the town itself feeds on your deepest fears. Copyright © 2026 Zlatan Calminsky. All Rights Reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission from the author. This is a work of fiction.

Conto - Em uma vila esquecida pelo mundo, onde o inverno parece nunca terminar, uma antiga maldição desperta sob a neve. Astrid é uma bruxa que perdeu seus poderes após entregar seu coração à pessoa errada. Consumida pela dor e pela sede de vingança, ela acredita ter encontrado a ligação que procura ao seguir os passos de um misterioso guerreiro do norte. Einar é um viking assombrado por memórias fragmentadas, pesadelos e uma crise de identidade que o impede de compreender quem realmente é. Algo sombrio o acompanha por onde passa, deixando um rastro de morte e medo. Quando mortos começam a caminhar novamente e uma entidade ancestral desperta sob a vila de Skeld, Astrid e Einar se veem presos na mesma batalha. Enquanto enfrentam criaturas nascidas da dor, segredos enterrados e um inimigo que parece conhecer seus maiores traumas, os dois descobrem que algumas feridas não podem ser curadas pela vingança. Sombria, melancólica e envolta em magia, Onde os Corvos Dormem é uma história sobre perda, culpa, amor e recomeços. Um conto em que os monstros mais perigosos nem sempre vivem na escuridão.

*Cada semana, una historia diferente. Cada historia, un miedo distinto.* HORRORES NOCTURNOS es una antología de relatos de terror donde ningún cuento se parece al anterior: lo sobrenatural que acecha en lo cotidiano, el folk que guarda lo que los ancestros no quisieron nombrar, el horror cósmico que reduce al ser humano a polvo, el gore que no pide disculpas. Lo que tienen en común es lo que les da nombre: la noche. Y lo que dejan al terminar. Un relato nuevo cada semana. Entra cuando quieras. Sal cuando puedas. - El horror comienza una vez que abres los ojos -

Tessa Quill arrives in Mercy Draw with no plan, little money, and a talent for turning other people's pain into clean sentences. At Low Water Station, guests scratch their names into enamel mugs and carry one apology to the canyon at sunrise. Sometimes the canyon answers. Sometimes it answers in the wrong voice. When Tessa drinks from a mug that should have stayed locked away, she is pulled into the old disappearance of Mae Boone, the lies surrounding Dr Caleb Rusk, and the town's carefully managed trade in regret. Low Water Station is a literary uncanny short story about grief, borrowed guilt, public apology, and what happens when truth arrives through the wrong mouth.

The Chronicles of Narnia meets ancient Slavic mythology! Svarog's World was a realm of eternal warmth, innocence, and magic, where humans, animals, and nature spirits spoke a single language. That was until a dark, icy shadow crept in from the cold North, devouring everything in its path. In the whirlwind of madness that threatens to destroy every living thing, an unusual, silent girl with dark green skin is born from the pod of a giant broad bean-Rootie. Who is she? What secret does she carry in the pouch around her neck? And can her arrival save the realm before the shadows erase the light forever? Step into a mythic world of Perun, Veles, and Leshy, where the fate of creation rests on the silence of one extraordinary child. Copyright © 2026 Zlatan Calminsky. All Rights Reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission from the author. This is a work of fiction.

Agnivan Camp is the perfect escape until you notice whispers echo through the trees. As strange events unfold and the shadows of the past creep closer, the visitors realize that some places remember more than they should.

When reclusive novelist Bianca Thorne retreats to her late grandmother's cabin deep in the snow-covered woods, she's seeking silence - a place to write, to forget, to rebuild. The locals warn her the forest isn't kind to outsiders, but Bianca isn't an outsider. The cabin has been in her family for generations. At first, the isolation feels almost peaceful. Until the nights stretch too long, and the trees start whispering her name. Pages she doesn't remember writing appear on her desk. The air tastes of metal. And the townsfolk who once seemed so kind - the shopkeeper, the sheriff, the woman who brings her supplies - start showing up uninvited, asking strange, quiet questions about her writing. As the blizzard closes in, Bianca realizes she's not alone out there - and that the people she trusted may not be people at all. Something ancient, bound to her bloodline and the woods themselves, is waiting for her to finish the story it began. Because the cabin doesn't just want her words. It wants her.

For centuries, the people of Ashfallow have sacrificed four souls each winter to the mountain that keeps them alive. When the ancient creature demanding the offerings suddenly disappears, the village's oldest certainty collapses overnight. Asa, the Stairwarden who has spent her life delivering the tithe, must uncover what killed the mountain before whatever replaced it reaches Ashfallow.

My grandmother Grace was always strange-quirky, superstitious, haunted by rituals that seemed less like eccentric habits and more like rehearsals. She never left a door open behind her. She whispered warnings to no one in particular. And she never, ever spoke her twin sister's name after sundown. When Grace was ten, her family moved to a quiet farmhouse on the edge of Dutch Country-an old, rotting thing with shadows that moved like they had somewhere to be. That's when the voice began. Each night, it came calling for Mary, step by step, always closer. No one else heard it. No one else believed her. But one night, the voice reached the top of the stairs. And by morning, Mary was gone. No body. No footprints. Only a small tear in her bedsheet-curved, like something slipped through. Some doors don't slam shut behind you. Some open from the other side. Join FearFables moderator Martin in this dark tale...

A collection of Short Horror Stories by yours truly.

In the sweltering heat of an April summer, the Abaddessa family travels from Pasay to General Trias, Cavite to inspect an old Spanish-era house that promises a fresh start. The two-story ancestral home seems perfect at first. Its polished wooden staircase, shuttered windows, and faded family portraits carry the charm of another century. But the moment young Nina glimpses a pair of glowing red eyes staring from the darkened landing, the family realizes something inside the house is watching them. As night falls, whispers echo through the halls, footsteps scrape across the roof, and voices begin mimicking loved ones with terrifying precision. Guided by the warnings of Lola Esang, the family matriarch steeped in Filipino folklore, the Abaddessas uncover the house's bloody history and the presence of an aswang lurking within its walls. Armed with blessed oil, salt lines, prayers, and ancestral rituals, the family must survive a night of escalating horror while confronting their own fears, grief, and disbelief. As the creature grows stronger in the darkness, their only hope lies in staying together and trusting the traditions they once dismissed. Red Eyes on the Stairs is a chilling Filipino supernatural horror story about family, faith, and the terrifying power of forgotten legends.

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.

Mara has done something unforgivable. Locked away in the king's dungeons, she believes her life is over-until she's summoned to speak with the Moss King himself, who offers her a bargain: Save his daughter from the dragon within 77 nights, and she walks free. When Mara meets the mysterious and enigmatic Eris, a shapeshifter Faery with her own debt to settle, the two set out on their missions together-Eris promising to get Mara to the dragon's den alive, in exchange for her blood. But once Eris leads Mara into the strange and dark world of Dracul Peak, Mara realizes she may have stumbled into something far bigger than she ever imagined. TW: Psychological abuse and torture, animal cruelty, PTSD, Implied Child abuse. Please take care of yourself!

Written by Shantanu Singh Call of the Dark Woods is a chilling horror story that follows Emma as she ventures into the mysterious and cursed Dark Woods. Despite hearing stories about the dangers lurking there, Emma dismisses the idea of a curse until she finds herself pulled deeper into the forest by a voice calling her name. As the fog thickens and the trees close in, Emma encounters a ghostly figure that beckons her forward. Desperate to escape, she stumbles upon an eerie cabin, only to realize that her fate is sealed. The woman from the woods claims her, and Emma is swallowed by the darkness, forever lost to the cursed forest.

On a world where Canada is a global superpower, Kadence Yates has recently moved to a new city with her father. They are starting a new life after a dark past with Kadence's mother on the reserve. But V20 isn't just any city. It's located on the side of a volcano! There are plenty of cities like this through out Canada. Where people sell precious metals and stones from the cooled down magma. Even selling oil has gotten easier. Thanks to the discovery of it's solid form; Oleum Petrae. People have transformed and refined it into refined oil. Though Kadence is going to be encountering things from myths, legends, and the past of the mining city. Could Kadence take the heat from these scary supernatural threats? Or is there something else she doesn't know about? Something so mysterious that it could only be found in the hot lava of the Vio-Burst volcano.

The night train to Bucharest doesn't just run on steel - it runs on souls. For senior conductor Ion Petrescu, order is a religion, the schedule a vow. But in the depths of the Carpathian fog, a second set of tracks appears and the passengers of the 21:47 from Cluj begin to vanish. An old woman speaks of ancient pacts and "the old road" and Ion, led by her, understands the manifest is being rewritten by something older than the rails. He must break his rules to save the living, and face a hungry darkness that requires a name given freely. In-between, the only way home is to pay the toll.

A royal surveyor arrives in a remote French village expecting routine work, but soon senses something is amiss. Ancient stones, fading faith, and the pull of the land itself hint at forces beyond human memory. As he explores, the boundary between reason and something more primal begins to shift.

From the tall cornfields they came-children with horns on their heads, led by a sacred purpose: to make sure that Margareta Brekker dies. They come under the cover of night as moths, as two-headed lambs, and as slaughtered cattle. Some are even human, bent backward and crawling with wide eyes and grinding teeth. Now, Greta faces a choice: trust the stranger and his miracles, or find the strength to reject them. Because the flowers are sick, and it takes only one sick plant to start an epidemic.