Short Horror Stories

The Whispering Shadows of Willow Creek In a peaceful suburb near Charleston, South Carolina, there sits a house shrouded in mystery — the house on Willow Creek. Locals pass by quickly, avoiding eye contact with its decaying shutters and overgrown yard. Whispers float through the town about strange noises and disappearing pets. But no one really knows the truth — because those who try to find out… don’t stay long. In October 2022, a young couple, Josh and Mia, moved from New Jersey to South Carolina for a change of pace. Online, they discovered a charming but oddly inexpensive home on Willow Creek Road. With three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a spacious backyard, it seemed perfect. Too perfect. From their first night, Mia felt uneasy. Every evening, just past midnight, she’d hear slow, steady footsteps above their room — coming from the attic. Josh laughed it off, blaming old wood and the wind. But by the second week, Mia's anxiety turned to fear. She found her wedding ring — the on...

 A Horror Story of Betrayal, Black Magic, and Revenge This is the story of a married couple who had been together for five years but had not yet been blessed with a child. The husband's name was Rehan, and the wife's name was Zoobi. Due to their inability to conceive, Zoobi often faced harsh taunts from her in-laws. Despite undergoing numerous treatments and medical tests, they had not been able to have a child. Frustrated by her in-laws' constant criticism, Zoobi would leave the house every evening and sit in a nearby park, where she often wept, overwhelmed by their cruel words. A Mysterious Presence in the Park One evening, as Zoobi sat crying, she suddenly felt as though someone was watching her. When she looked around, she saw no one. Then, out of nowhere, she heard a terrifying voice calling her name repeatedly. "Zoobi... Zoobi... Zoooooobiiii..." The voice was so horrifying that Zoobi immediately ran back home. As time passed, Zoobi’s loneliness grew becaus...

 The Evil Within: A Horror Story of a Possessed Friend There was a small village, far from the city. Only a few people lived there, as most had already left. I also lived in that village. My best friend, Adnan, lived in the house opposite mine. We were very close friends, and every day after returning from school and having lunch, we would go out to play. In our village, there was an old and abandoned house that had been locked for many years. People said that a man used to live there who practiced black magic. Then one day, he suddenly disappeared. Since then, a mysterious figure was often seen around the house, appearing and vanishing without a trace. The house remained abandoned, and no one dared to go near it. One day, while playing, Adnan and I unknowingly reached near that house. We had been warned not to go there, but somehow, we found ourselves standing in front of it. Adnan was holding a ball, which suddenly slipped from his hands and rolled into the house. He began to cr...

 The Facebook Haunting: A Terrifying Chat The night felt strange, and sleep was nowhere near her eyes. Neha had been trying to sleep for a long time, but a restless feeling was making her uneasy. Frustrated with her insomnia, Neha paced around her room. It was 3 AM. She muttered to herself, "Oh man! If I keep staying up like this, how will I wake up for work in the morning?" Saying this, she glanced at her phone and thought, "Let me scroll through Facebook for a while; at least time will pass." Neha lay on her bed with her phone and started scrolling through the screen. After a while, a horror reel popped up, and she began watching it with interest. But soon, she felt a strange fear creeping over her. She reassured herself, "Oh, Neha! You’re such a child! There’s nothing to be scared of. It’s just a video!" Saying this, she quickly closed the reel. Just then, a message popped up on her Facebook Messenger. Neha wondered, "Who could be messaging me at t...

 The Vanishing Shadow It was 2 AM. A faint breeze rattled the window, and the moonlight cast eerie shadows across the floor. Ahmer sat on his bed, deeply engrossed in a horror novel, when he suddenly felt something move near the window. His eyes darted toward it, but he saw nothing unusual—just the swaying branches of the old tree outside. Shaking off the unease, he returned to his book. But then, a strange whisper echoed through the silent room. It wasn’t the wind. It was a voice. Faint. Unfamiliar. Ahmer froze. His heart pounded as he listened closely. The sound seemed to come from the corner of the room, near his cupboard. He hesitated but then convinced himself it was just his imagination. Moments later, he heard soft footsteps. This time, he was sure it wasn’t his mind playing tricks. He turned toward the cupboard, his body stiff with fear. The door was slightly open. He clearly remembered shutting it before going to bed. A chill ran down his spine. Gathering courage, he stepp...

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...