Horrorseries Stories

During the Cannes Film Festival, a mysterious virus turns the city into a zone of chaos. The streets fall silent, screams rise from every corner, and the first infected begin to overrun the Croisette. At the Majestic Hotel, a symbol of luxury and glamour, a group of survivors finds themselves trapped: a couple in crisis (with the mistress hiding in a neighboring room), an authoritarian old billionaire, a school class on a field trip, a heroic firefighter, a chambermaid full of secrets, newlyweds, a group of influencers, a world-famous actress, and a screenwriter who seems to know more than she should. Their only goal: stay alive in a hotel filled with zombies... and even deadlier secrets. But when alliances break, betrayals erupt, and the virus spreads within the Majestic itself, one thing becomes clear: to survive, they won't just have to fight the dead. They'll have to learn to watch their backs. "A series of survival, tension, revelations... and impossible choices." ~ AMIX

"Whispers in the Dark" is a collection of standalone horror stories where reality twists, and nothing is as safe as it seems. These are the moments you never speak of - The figure watching from the window when you think you're alone. The dream you both share but never remember the same way. The smile from across the street that's meant only for you. Each story peels back the thin layer between normal life and the unspeakable things hiding underneath - the ones waiting for night to fall, for everyone else to stop looking. Because sometimes, what you think is just in your head... is already inside your house. Read at night. If you dare. But don't look too long at the shadows. They might be looking back.

The story of the seven BTS members who were trapped on an island. Hi, nice to meet you readers ^^ Introduce, my name is Rena~ And this is my first story in English^^ And also this story is not full of horror, there will be some cheekiness from the members of BTS Thank you ❤ Start : 18 May 2020 Finish : -- -- ---- © YeolliNaRe

In this story, there is a mysterious mirror in an ancient temple that reflects not one's appearance but their soul, revealing hidden fears, regrets, and desires. A traveler named Elias seeks shelter in the temple on a stormy night and gazes into the mirror. It shows him the painful truths of his past, forcing him to confront his mistakes. Ultimately, Elias decides to forgive himself and embrace the opportunity for a fresh start, learning that redemption is found in facing one's inner darkness.

Mara Reyes never believed in ghosts... until she moved into a house that refuses to stay quiet. Every night at exactly 3:17 AM, something wakes her. A television that turns on by itself. A hallway that appears where it shouldn't. A voice that sounds exactly like her own. At first, it's easy to ignore. Until she sees it. A girl standing at the end of the hallway-watching, waiting. A girl with her face. As the nights grow darker, the line between reality and something far more terrifying begins to blur. Her younger brother hears whispers no one else can. Doors open when no one is there. Shadows move when the lights are on. And the girl in the hallway? She's getting closer. Mara soon realizes this isn't just a haunting. It's a replacement. Because something inside the house wants her life... her family... her identity. And the more she tries to escape it- The more the house pulls her in. In a place where reflections lie and silence listens, one question remains: If something else becomes you... will anyone notice you're gone? Genre: Horror • Mystery • Supernatural • Drama Status: Ongoing Warning: Contains psychological horror, disturbing scenes, and intense suspense

Liza is a young woman who is constantly haunted by the ghost of her dead teacher, Sok. Authorities claimed that Sok passed away due to a failed science experiment. The ghost always has a wide grin on his face, but he never speaks. Liza is terrified, but she doesn't know what to do. She eventually learns that the ghost is trying to tell her something...What is it?

Book 2 Months after surviving the destruction of Black Hollow Manor, Elara Veyn discovers that the nightmare was never truly over. Across the world, mysterious red doors begin appearing in homes, schools, hospitals, and cities-each one whispering familiar voices and luring people into impossible spaces beyond reality. As entire districts vanish and civilization begins to fracture, Elara uncovers the terrifying truth: Black Hollow was only one lock in an ancient network of living doors. Behind them waits the Red Child-an extradimensional Keeper who offers humanity not destruction, but invitation. As reality transforms into a vast supernatural architecture known only as the House, Elara must descend deeper than ever before, beyond the red doors, beyond the Root House, and into the hidden foundations of existence itself. But when she learns that something even older and far more horrifying is rising beneath all worlds, Elara must make an impossible choice: Remain human... Or become the final guardian standing between humanity and the darkness below. Black Hollow: The Red Door is a chilling sequel of cosmic paranormal horror, psychological dread, dimensional mystery, and escalating supernatural apocalypse-where every door may lead home... or somewhere far worse.

Nobody in Dehradun goes near Purana Mela Ground after sunset. Five friends did. Inside the abandoned Sheesha Ghar, they found a wooden mask hanging on a rusted nail. As a joke, one of them wore it. By morning, he was dead. They buried the body. They swore never to speak of it again. But the mask remembers every face that looks at it. And it doesn't like being left alone. One by one, the friends begin to die. Strange calls after midnight. A face at the window. Footprints in places no one should be. Because something they left behind is now looking for a new face. And it knows exactly who to choose.

A horror antology about different type of horror. Every people encourter.

The river has awakened... and it wants witnesses. Full story drops soon. Brace yourself."

A series of horror stories narrated by a mysterious man named Sirphesto, each story is different from the previous one. Note: "Stories are either narrated in the form of, third person point of view or first person point of view, most stories are delivered from real individuals who have lived the experience" ❝Ladies and gentlemen. . .Boys and girls, Welcome to the Sirphesto show!❞

Beberapa tahun yang lalu terjadi hal yang tak bisa diduga. Ketika pesta perayaan yang bahagia, tiba-tiba semuanya menjadi gelap dalam satu detik saja. Sihir hitam tersebar kemana-mana. Memanggil dan menggoda para makhluk tak kasad mata. Tapi yang paling ditakuti hanya satu. Perempuan berwajah pucat dan bermata merah darah. Makhluk transparant itu seakan tak puas menumpahkan darah. Yaah, itu sudah berlalu. Sekarang aku bersama sekumpulan ghost hunters. Lalu apakah akan berakhir seperti itu saja?? Maaf Update tidak menentu dikarenakan author sibuk mengikuti acara. Thank you for reading!

The boarding house on Bellweather Lane should have been condemned years ago. Its windows have gone blind with age. Its hallways breathe after midnight. And at the end of the second-floor corridor stands a stained glass door that glows even during power outages, spilling bruised colors across the walls like something alive beneath the paint. Six strangers move in anyway. Cheap rent has a way of silencing instinct. Maren Dorsey arrives last, carrying two overpacked suitcases and a lifetime of exhaustion into a house that feels aware of her before she ever crosses the threshold. The other tenants are young, funny, grieving, restless. People are trying to outrun loneliness, debt, mistakes, and themselves. Then they learn the rules. If you hear a laugh that isn't yours, close your eyes. Count to ten. Don't breathe. Don't open them. Pray. Nobody takes them seriously. At first. Soon, the mirrors stop keeping pace with reality. Water begins climbing upward through drains. Laughter leaks from the vents at impossible hours. A miniature replica of the boarding house appears in Maren's room, changing whenever nobody is looking directly at it. And somewhere inside the walls, something is learning. Watching. Waiting. When the first tenant dies, the house changes. The doors lead to the wrong places. Reflections begin answering back. Names appear where no one wrote them. Every rule hides another lie. As terror spreads through the halls, Maren uncovers a truth buried beneath decades of disappearances and forgotten rituals: The house was never haunted. The house was taught. And whatever waits behind the stained glass door has been expecting her for far longer than she's been alive. This is not a ghost story. This is a story about a house that learned how to hunger. ©️ Relle H

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 sɪsᴛᴇʀs ғᴀᴄᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇʏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ"

"Shadows of Tingkolod" is a chilling Bornean horror series that follows a family's return to their ancestral village deep in the misty jungles of Sabah. When Jamal brings his wife and children to an old wooden house he inherited, they unknowingly awaken a cursed spirit long buried beneath the soil - the vengeful Sumundu. Teenage daughter Laila begins to see visions, hear voices, and uncover the forgotten truth behind the house's dark past: a girl wrongfully sacrificed, an ancient jungle pact, and a ritual that should have never been disturbed. As shadows creep from the trees and blood calls to blood, the family must race to uncover the truth before the spirit consumes them all. Will the jungle forgive what was buried? Or has something too old and too angry finally been set free?

This is based off a dream i had a year ago, that i woke up in a panic from and remember EVERYTHING about it and writing it down immediately. The ones ive dreamt about are the first two, Room 153 and Room 846. i am hoping to write more "rooms" as chapters if this is able to reach a wider audience and kicks off well! To explain the whole concept of this 'book', this is based on a horrifying dream i have had and it is also based on psychology due to 'mind tricks' in this book. You'll see what i mean later on... You are the main character, this is in first person. You are a female, aged 17 named Sydney Lane. Happy reading fellow reader! PS - COMMENTS AND REVIEWS ARE REALLY APPRECIATED. PLEASE FEEL FREE TO JOT DOWN ANY MISTAKES I HAVE MADE OR IMPROVEMENTS I CAN MAKE! THANK UUU

In a world where the paranormal is an accepted and feared reality, Veil Archivist Elara Veyn is sent to investigate Black Hollow Manor-an ancient estate where entire expeditions have vanished without explanation. Hidden deep within the mist-shrouded emptiness of Hollow Vale, the manor is far more than a haunted house. Its shifting corridors, impossible architecture, and whispering walls conceal a terrifying truth tied directly to Elara's bloodline. As she descends deeper into the living house, Elara uncovers generations of buried secrets, forgotten Keepers, and an ancient force known only as Hollow-a sentient entity that feeds on memory, identity, and fear. But Black Hollow Manor is not merely a prison. It is a door. And when Elara finally confronts the nightmare at its heart, she discovers that destroying one evil may awaken something far worse. Black Hollow Manor is a chilling five-chapter paranormal horror mystery filled with psychological dread, ancestral secrets, shifting realities, and a final revelation that leaves the terror far from over. Some doors should never be opened... but once they are, they remember the way back.

"Just Monika!"

When three school friends discover an unlabeled VHS tape in a dusty lost-and-found box, they expect a few cheap scares. Instead, they unleash a children's show that was never meant to be seen. Each episode knows too much. Each question digs deeper. And the rule is simple: Don't tell anyone... or your episode begins. (sorry for the short delay I've been kept busy and will upload more this following week)

I thought the first recording was a nightmare. I wanted to believe the voices were coming from a neighbor's apartment. A glitch in the app. Anything except what I already knew deep down: the voices were inside my bedroom. Last night, I forced myself to sleep again with the recorder running. At exactly 3:12 a.m., it captured another conversation. "Is he still asleep?" "Yes." "He moved." "He does that sometimes." The voices whisper around my bed every night while I sleep, speaking about me like I'm something they're watching. Something they're waiting for. And the worst part? They seem afraid of me waking up. Now every sound in my apartment feels wrong. Floorboards creak when no one is there. Shadows linger too long in corners. I keep catching movement beside my bed just before I fall asleep. I don't know what's happening to me. But whatever visits my apartment at 3:12 a.m. is becoming more comfortable... and I think it's starting to realize I can hear it. A psychological horror story told through recordings, sleepless nights, and journal entries. If you wake up at 3:12 a.m.-keep your eyes closed.