Short Horror Stories

The Haunted Bed: A Spine-Chilling Horror Story of a Cursed Antique Bed   Farhan and his wife Zoya had just moved into a beautiful new home. To furnish it, they bought a stunning antique bed from a small shop. The shopkeeper claimed the bed was made of rare teak wood and was centuries old, with intricate carvings that seemed to tell a mysterious story. Farhan loved the bed instantly, but Zoya felt uneasy, as though there was something off about it. She brushed her feelings aside, trusting her husband’s choice. The first night, as they settled into bed, Zoya felt an eerie chill. She shrugged it off, thinking it was just the new surroundings. But as she started to drift to sleep, a sudden coldness ran through her, and she awoke with a start. The room was silent, and Farhan was deep asleep. Zoya tried to calm herself, but the feeling of being watched lingered. The next night, things got worse. Zoya woke in the middle of the night feeling a presence beside her, as if someone was sitti...

The Haunting Dream That Changed Alina's Fate It was a cold night in Karachi. Alina lay on her bed, feeling an unexplainable restlessness. Every night, the same dream haunted her—a dark house, a swinging chair moving on its own, and the desperate cries of a little girl begging for help. One day, she decided to uncover the truth behind this recurring dream. In a desolate corner of the city, she found the exact house that had appeared in her dreams again and again. The house was eerily silent and abandoned. A chilling gust of wind added to the unsettling atmosphere, but Alina's curiosity pushed her to step inside. The Swinging Chair and the Witch With a creak, the door opened after she pushed it. Inside, darkness engulfed every corner, but in one part of the house, the familiar chair was swaying gently. Her heart pounded wildly, but she gathered her courage and walked toward the chair. As she got closer, she saw a little girl sitting on it. The girl’s sobbing voice echoed in Alina...

 Emma’s Chilling Encounter Inside the Mansion In the heart of a quiet, forgotten village stood an old mansion, its windows clouded with dust, and its walls draped in ivy. The locals avoided the place, whispering tales of the strange happenings that had plagued it for generations. They called it "The House of Shadows." One cold winter evening, Emma, a curious journalist, arrived in the village. She had heard the stories and decided to uncover the truth behind the rumors. Armed with a flashlight, a camera, and a notebook, she made her way to the mansion, her breath fogging in the icy air. The front door creaked open as if it had been waiting for her. The inside smelled of mildew and decay, the air thick with an oppressive silence. Emma stepped cautiously, her flashlight revealing cobwebs clinging to ancient furniture. The walls were covered in faded, peeling wallpaper that seemed to ripple as though it were alive. As she ventured deeper, a faint whisper reached her ears. At fir...

 A Night of Terror in the Foggy Forest It was a cold, foggy night when Sara decided to take a shortcut through the old forest near her village. She had heard many stories about the woods — tales of eerie whispers, strange lights, and shadowy figures that appeared out of nowhere. But tonight, her mind was consumed by the thought of reaching her grandmother's house before it got too late. The forest had always been unsettling, but it was the only way home. As Sara walked deeper into the woods, the sound of her footsteps was muffled by the thick fog that enveloped the ground. The trees loomed overhead like dark sentinels, their twisted branches scratching against each other, creating a strange, ghostly sound. A chill ran down her spine, but she tried to shake it off. "It's just the cold," she thought, quickening her pace. But then, she heard it — a soft whisper, barely audible, but unmistakably close. She stopped in her tracks, her heart pounding in her chest. The whispe...