Shorthorrorstories Stories

a collection of dark and campy stories about a lovable serial killer, who believes he's a cartoon dog!

"You'd be surprised how far human indomitable spirit can go for their love ones." Alia is a hunter in her entire life. Years in the wild had carved the role into her bones, shared with her constant companion-- Ranger, a German Shepherd who had grown beside her since he was just a fledgling. It was supposed to be another routine hunt. Until it wasn't. "Growl." "Ranger...?" A single heartbeat passed. Long enough for her to catch a glimpse of something stood between the trees-- dark, macabre and obscure. "WOOF!" Long enough to hear Ranger barking-- toward whatever the thing there. It was watching them. One beat. That was all it took. "WOOF!" Ranger lunged towards it. "Ranger!" Immediately, dread flooding her chest like ice water. 'Stay calm. Keep your head clear. Rushing will gets you killed.' Every lesson her pops had drilled into her shattered in that instant. "NO!" The fright. The nerves. Gone-- burned in a flash. Not fear of something else in the dark but-- "RANGER!" -- fear for Ranger. That was enough. She bolted forward, rifle pounding against her side. "RANGER!" * Crack. The sound of movement came not from ahead but nowhere-- a creaking sound like bone clicking and crushing under the weight. It stepped into view. Tall. Limbs stretched thin. Joints bending at the wrong angles. Antlers crowned its skull, skin pale, tight in places, translucent in others, revealing ribs that expanded and contracted with a hollow, wind-like sound. "You walk with open grief." It smelled full of old blood. "What... what are you?" The creature's hollow ribs expanded and a strange, echoing sound filled the air. "... a Wendigo." Or; Alia just wants her dog, Ranger back.

Welcome to the Dinoverse... Here, the past has clawed its way back into the present. Reptilian behemoths once thought to have vanished sixty-six million years ago now roam in the shadows, their thunderous footsteps shaking the leaves of forests as humanity stands small and fragile as titans of scale and tooth reclaim the kingdom that was once belonged to them! 🦖❤️🔥

A collection of dark fantasy and horror short stories filled with devil bargains, tragic endings, cosmic punishment, twisted morality, and supernatural irony. Every chapter tells a different tale of greed, fate, monsters, and impossible choices. (THIS IS AN ANTHOLOGY) What does the world owe those who love it most? Nothing, it turns out. Weaver's Tales are stories spanning myth, horror, history and fable. each asking what it costs to be exceptional, virtuous, or simply unlucky in a world run by forces that don't are about your voice when they act. THE TALL TREE It was a tree like no other. Full of life and potential. Tall in ways no tree could compare. It was proud, why shouldn't it be? it was taller that any tree in the forest and showed no sign of stopping, every creature that could inhabit a tree flocked to it for protection. And protect them it did, by growing even taller. It refused stagnation. It bent for nothing. The breeze became a wind, It grew. The wind became a gust, it grew. The gust became a gale, it grew. It couldn't stop, not just because it had acquired a taste for unchecked growth. But because it carried the safety of every tree living beast in the forest on it's branches. Then one night the gale became a mighty Storm. The storm raged for hours and hours, unleashing it's fury upon the world. But because it stood the tallest, the poor tree bore the brunt of the raging storm. It should have survived... If hadn't been so tall. It could have survived... If it just bent. It would have survived... If it wasn't sheltering others while fighting for it's life. But it refused to bend, so it broke. And the beasts moved on to other trees the very next day. Living on, only in thier memories. Unfortunately, beasts had very poor memories.

This is a story of a girl..who looked for peace her whole life...but the peace she found was the loudest... she found a farmhouse in a isolated area...no neighbourhood or any relatives...the story begins there..

"Life is hard. After all, it kills you." - Katherine Hepburn Detective David received an unlikely call from a kidnapping victim on an eerily cold morning, the girl on the other side mouthing words in his ear in a terrified voice, identifying as Beth. In the real world, Beth was an invisible no one. But in reality, she was the hell into which David had just walked in, all because of the mistake of answering the call. Looked like, it was gonna be a killer Christmas for David after all.

In a remote mountain town, hunters start vanishing. Locals whisper about "The Hollowing," an ancient creature that wears the skin of its prey and mimics their voices perfectly. A teenage girl hears her brother's voice calling from the woods... but he's already been buried. Warning ⚠️ If you get scared easily this is not for you. Let your imagination take over if you dare...

Never give the mountain your name." What begins as a weekend hike up Anon Mountain quickly unravels into something far older than local folklore. Five teenagers are given an unusual rule before entering the trail: never use their real names. It seems like nothing more than an old superstition. Until one of them begins hearing whispers no one else can hear. As the mountain grows quieter, one friend starts acting strangely, people begin to disappear, and the line between reality and legend begins to blur. Some warnings exist for a reason. And some mountains should never know your name.

This is for wattys... hopefully I did good with the creepyness ~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Smile for the picture." Mommy said she grinned at me. I smiled a creepy smile, she looked at me disgusted, "not you ugly!" She snapped. I turned around to see a small little girl with a pretty puffy dress, which was my sister. I grit my teeth. I never got treated right as a kid. I still don't. My mom was divorced with my dad when I was 4 and my sister was 1. My dad divorced with my mom because of me, he said I was too creepy, and my face was wrong and my smile was the devils. So my mom believed it was my fault. But.. I've always been this way. Mom sends me to the woods to play, but she just makes me angry. ~~~ When I was 12 she made me so angry, I stabbed her with my trusty knife. I didn't realize what I did.... oops. I licked the blood off the knife and ran into the woods.

The beauty of nature is the warmth it gives us. When our lives lose colour, nature chimes in and fills them with life. But sometimes we get too comfortable and forget that nature harbors the darkest creations. Those creations do not seek comfort from us. They only see us as prey.

Living in the neon slums of Kabuki, a low end janitor at the Riot Club knows the golden rule of Night City: mind your own business and stay alive. Surviving with barely any cybernetic upgrades and a mostly organic body, her miserable routine consists of scrubbing dirty dance floors and treating herself to cheap roadside ramen. However, her quiet life takes a creepy turn when a mysterious seven year old girl begins to haunt her. Barefoot, completely organic, and clutching a ragged teddy bear, the child silently stares at her through the freezing rain without saying a single word. Every time she tries to approach, the girl vanishes into the dark, leaving her to wonder if she is experiencing a bad hangover or a sudden cyberpsychosis episode.

If you saw yourself outside your own body, how would you react? What would it mean to you?

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

A group of powerful heroes attempt to stop the return of an ancient evil.

Reference: Anna Felicia Sanchez Uychoco, Marikit Tara A., Manila. 21st Century Literature from the Philippines and the World. Rex Book Store Inc. 2019.

Short horror story

The Green family estate lies on the edge of a forest. It has been lived in and well-loved for many generations. A realtor bought it for a steal as a labor of love. A place for her growing family to call home. The property looks dangerous and creepy but gives warmth and security to the new owner as she decorates with things that were left behind by the previous owners. The house is a beautiful place with charm and history. Until a mysterious treehouse is found and a strange boy is seen hanging around. Then, a new housekeeper and her son arrive. Ingrim and Mack become best friends despite their differences. They grow fast like ivy on the brick foundation. But as they get older, they realize that the tree house collects something more than memories. The Green family legacy began with another family estate years ago. Only Fran knows the truth and she has to keep the house in order at all costs.

🕯️ The Girl in Apartment 3B By Keela Rucker Genre: Horror | Urban Paranormal | Thriller Description: When Deja moves into a run-down apartment complex in South Atlanta, all she wants is peace and a fresh start. But every night at exactly 3:17 AM, a blood-curdling scream rips through the hallway-coming from Apartment 3B. Problem is... Apartment 3B has been empty for over a decade. Curious and terrified, Deja digs into the building's dark past and uncovers a horrifying truth: a girl died in that unit in 2011. And every night since, she's been trying to scream her way back into the world of the living. As reality begins to twist and her reflection starts moving on its own, Deja realizes the haunting isn't random... She has a connection to 3B-and the ghost inside it knows her name. How do you escape a place that remembers you?

In which a father accidentally breaks his daily routine... and pays a heavy price for it. *TRIGGER WARNING* (May or may not contain gruesome death scene.)

It followed her out. Lily thought she escaped the cave. She didn't. The voice followed her out-quiet, patient, and impossible to ignore. When it leads her back into the forest, she finds she's not the only one who hears it. But the deeper she goes, the more the line between control and choice begins to blur. People are searching. Something is watching. And this time... Lily isn't trying to escape. [Parental Advisery! Blood, death, traumatic, and horror!]