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The Unnamable of State Route 87
The Night on State Route 87 It was a usual drive on a well traveled road in Arizona. State Route 87 was a route William Church knew like the back of his hand, often traveling to and from Phoenix. So well in fact that he felt safe enough to bring his wife and travel with her across the desert. Something he went back and forth with in his head seeing how the desert heat and endless terrain can often be unforgiving. What if the truck broke down and they were left stranded? The drive time was about an hour on a night where the moon rose faster than anticipated, and stars started to shimmer bright, twinkling like a mother smiling back at you, on this night a little too bright for the vast expanse.
By Lobo Miasma25 days ago in Horror
The Elevator That Only Stops For One Person. AI-Generated.
The hospital elevator had six floors. Everyone knew that. Ayaan worked the late reception shift, 8 p.m. to 4 a.m., when the corridors emptied and the building sounded less like a hospital and more like a memory trying to breathe.
By shakir hamid26 days ago in Horror
Shadows in the Attic. AI-Generated.
I had always loved old houses, so when I found one on the edge of town with a “for rent” sign, I didn’t hesitate. The place was charming, with creaking floors, high ceilings, and an attic that I was told had once been used for storage. The landlord warned me that the attic was dusty and dark, but nothing more. I laughed it off, thinking of the old horror movies I’d watched as a teenager.
By Sudais Zakwan27 days ago in Horror
The House That Corrects You. AI-Generated.
The first time the house corrected me, I thought I was tired. I came home late, dropped my keys on the table, and kicked off my shoes. When I returned to the hallway a minute later, the shoes were neatly placed side by side, toes facing the door.
By shakir hamid28 days ago in Horror
Confessions of a Midnight Gamer
The hum of the computer was the only sound in the room. Outside, the city slept, its lights dimmed, its streets empty. But for Ayaan, the night had just begun. Midnight was his time—when the world slowed down, and he could lose himself in pixels, strategies, and the thrill of the game.
By Sudais Zakwan28 days ago in Horror
