Browsing Horror Stories

A group of workers want to quit their morally terrifying job and escape their scary boss to avoid possibly ruining the few remnants of their normal lives. 

Noemie wants to find a way get her obsessive boss to let her go, along with the other coworkers who want to leave. Unfortunately, that means either, negotiating, or killing the professional killer. 

So, a depressed teenager, a witch, a half-human half-fae, and a bored prodigy walk into a haunted house...

Lena thought she had buried him literally and for good. But when a soft knock echoes through her quiet home on a storm-heavy night, the past she thought she’d sealed away rises to her doorstep. The man she killed is back. Whole. Smiling. Waiting. As the hours crawl by and his presence refuses to fade, Lena must confront the terrible truth: some things don’t die easy, and some things never leave.

Obsession isn’t born overnight—it festers in the dark, feeding on fears and desires. This chilling collection unveils individuals consumed by their fixations. From a woman tormented by the whisper of a mirror to a man whose thirst for revenge transforms him into the very monster he sought to destroy, each story plunges deeper into the horrifying depths of the human psyche. When the things we desire most demand the ultimate sacrifice... how much are we willing to lose?

Her abuser returns.

When Sarah’s best friend Emily vanishes near the foreboding woods of Hollow Creek, a quiet town steeped in unsettling legends, Sarah’s search plunges her into a chilling world of forgotten history and waking nightmares. The deeper she digs, the clearer it becomes that Emily isn’t the first to disappear and Hollow Creek isn’t just haunted. It’s hungry.

She sat there, silent and still, looking out over the water. Her hands sat softly in her lap, a smile painted upon her face. Her beautiful red hair was pulled back into a braid, which rested against her back. Her skin, pale, ivory white with a hint of blue.

It was chilly.

Lena thought the nightmare ended the night she buried him deep, silent, final. But now, with the storm still lingering in the air and the porch light casting long, twitching shadows, someone is knocking. Steady. Patient. Familiar. It’s him. The man she watched die. The man she buried.

As the hours crawl by and the figure outside refuses to leave, Lena is forced to confront the impossible. His voice is the same. His presence feels real. But there’s something off something hollow in his smile, something missing behind his eyes.

Not all marriages are perfect. And nothing stays buried forever...