Modernhorror Stories

A content moderator for a neighborhood security app starts noticing the same unidentifiable delivery man appearing in doorbell footage across her suburb - always saying the resident's first name once, never twice. Within 48 hours, that resident is gone. The camera isn't the danger. Watching it too many times is.

Reckless and desperate, Matthew Humphrey takes a secretive online job called The Critic, judging strangers with a single click. The work feels abstract until he discovers every decision leads to death. When the system turns inward, Matthew must face his own cruelty and complicity with no escape.

A young woman has a paranormal awakening after being date-raped.

At 3:17 a.m., everyone received the same notification. UNKNOWN USER has viewed your profile. The problem? The app doesn't have profile views. What starts as a glitch turns into something much worse when cameras activate, speakers whisper, and accounts begin disappearing-along with the people behind them. When seventeen-year-old Lena sees a live feed of herself from a corner of her room... a corner with no camera... she realizes this isn't a hack. It's watching. And it's not coming from inside the system. It's coming from directly behind you. If you sleep with your phone near your bed... If your location is always on... If you've ever felt like something was watching you in the dark... This story might feel a little too real. Check your notifications. Just in case.

A young man goes to church for a baptism on Christmas Day. What could happen?

A girl. A livestream. A follower she never noticed. Everything was fine... until he said: "I like the way your window creaks." And that window was right behind her. 😵‍💫 You'll never leave your curtains open again.

A compilation of inspired true stories, real world experiences, Native American tales, and other horrors of and out of this world.

The Locationer is a production turned story about a present, modern horror story about an app when you put in a single word into a app which sends you and others to a random location that relates to that word. Join Cameron and his friends as they uncover different locations using ths mysterious app.

The red hat society in the small town of Denim is entitled and full of widows. coincidence?

What if everything we know is a lie? Fahhama is the chosen one to expose these lies. As she learns the truth, people in power try to silence her to burry the truth. Follow Fahhama in her dangerous quest to bring the truth to light. On going story. Just writing out my idea for feedback

In the early hours of February 11, 2005, a 911 dispatch was made indicating an incredibly heinous and brutal crime had been committed within the Hoyt residence. Two Mormon missionaries made entrance into the summer home. Finding what can only be described as evil incarnate. The bodies found were later identified as James Hoyt and his long time friend Michael. Both of which had recently left the venue of a friend's wedding reception. The third body was that of James' long term girlfriend Kristen McKay who miraculously survived the ordeal. After police questioning, fourteen year old David Brewer and his thirteen year old brother Jordan were last seen leaving the Florence Police Station at approximately 10:15 pm with their father Bernie. The whereabouts of the Brewer family disappearance have yet to be determined. Until Now.

The Machine Zone explores Mat Collishaw's haunting art installation through a contemporary gothic lens, weaving together psychological insight, digital culture, and artistic commentary. Written for an engaged audience of 18-25+ year olds who are curious. Through the metaphor of mechanical birds and historical psychological experiments, it invites you to explore your own relationship with digital technology. Rather than simplifying complex ideas, it challenges you to engage with them, offering insights that deepen with each reading.

I found myself in a strange situation. A situation where I needed to get home quick. I didn't know why, but I knew that if I didn't my fate would meet its end. But why?!

what do you whisper when no one's listening? what secrets live behind your eyelids, waiting for night to fall? the stories I only told the dark is a collection of haunting short stories - each a slow descent into the eerie, the intimate, and the unknown. tales of shadows behind doors, dreams that bite back, and love that lingers far too long. each chapter stands alone, but they all carry one thing: a heart that beats louder in the dark. read with the lights on. or don't.

"This Could Be U" is a collection of short modern horror stories, revolving around many different things and subjects that we don't even consider the dangers or consequences of because of how comfortable we have become.

I've made a horrible mistake. I can't tell you much, but I have to tell this story. I'm very worried.The government is testing out some... questionable methods on AI. They sent a sample to Camp Lilian, to be tested as a counciler. Only the government knows it's artificial intelligence. I don't trust it.

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Mara had a ring light, three tripods, and a perfectly curated aesthetic: soft pinks, faux neon signs, and a wall of Funko Pops. She lived for the metrics-views, likes, comments. Each video was another chance to prove she was seen. Her followers called her "GlowMara," the girl who always smiled. What they didn't know was that she filmed thirty takes of every laugh. That she screamed at her reflection when her eyeliner wasn't symmetrical. That she hadn't spoken to her family in months-too afraid they would tell her to "take a break." One night, during a livestream, a strange comment appeared. user666: We're watching you. Don't stop smiling. She assumed it was a troll, and plastered on a grin. More comments followed: user666: Fix your hair. Left side. Yes, like that. user666: Closer to the camera. Don't blink. Her audience grew. Thousands flooded in. The number in the corner ticked higher than she'd ever seen. Adrenaline drowned her fear. "Finally," she whispered, "finally, I'm viral." But the comments became commands. Don't move. Tilt your head back. Wider smile. Wider. Her jaw ached. Her cheeks burned. She couldn't log off-the button was gone. Even shutting the laptop didn't help. The ring light flickered back on by itself. The camera lens whirred and adjusted, as if alive. Her phone buzzed. A notification: LIVE: GlowMara - 1.2 million watching. She stumbled backward. The screen showed her own room-but she wasn't in frame. Someone else was. A shadow stood in the corner, smiling her smile. Perfectly wide. Perfectly still. The comments exploded: user666: That's better. Now we only need one of you. The stream cut to black. The next morning, her followers woke to a new upload. "Hi guys! It's GlowMara!" she chirped. Same voice, same pink set, same flawless grin. But her eyes were hollow, glassy, and unblinking. The captions rolled automatically beneath her video: Subscribe forever.

Lost in a forgotten town, a group of friends finds refuge in an abandoned house-its silent rooms filled with countless dolls that seem almost... alive. As shadows deepen and reality twists, they realize some doors are better left unopened, and some secrets come with a price. In the heart of silence, fear waits patiently.