halloween

Get into the Halloween spirit; all about trick or treating, spooky costumes, Halloween decorations and haunted houses for October 31st and all year round.

The Prize Counter Kid
I’m 16, and I work evenings at Chuck E. Cheese. Mostly prize counter shifts, because I’m fast at counting tickets and I don’t freak out when kids scream.
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Horror
We Don’t Hire People That Tall
Posted to r/nosleep I’m 17, and I close at a Chuck E. Cheese off the highway. It’s one of the older ones—the kind with carpet that never looks clean and hallways that weren’t designed with cameras in mind.
By V-Ink Stories2 months ago in Horror
The Last Message Wasn’t Meant for Me. AI-Generated.
At 2:17 a.m., my phone buzzed with a notification that shouldn’t have existed. Unknown Contact: I’m sorry. I ran out of time.
By UMAR Khan2 months ago in Horror
The Screams Beneath the Floorboards. AI-Generated.
Old houses make noise. They creak, groan, and sigh as if remembering things they were never meant to keep. That’s what I told myself when I first heard it—a faint sound beneath my feet, barely louder than the wind slipping through cracked windows.
By David John2 months ago in Horror
I’m Not Alone in My Own Head
People say the mind is a safe place. A private space where thoughts wander freely, where secrets stay buried, where no one else can hear the things you don’t say out loud. For most of my life, I believed that too.
By David John2 months ago in Horror
The Ninth Hour of Malachi : SEASON 1
Season 1 Chapter 1 Excerpt from the private diary of Father Sorin, Novice Exorcist. Entry dated October 14th, 2003. Location: The Monastery of the Silent Veil, Bucegi Mountains, Romania.
By Tales That Breathe at Night2 months ago in Horror
The Man Who Appears Only When You Blink
Everyone in my town sees him—but only in the split second when their eyes close. The first time I noticed him, I thought it was just fatigue.
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror
5 Most Haunted Objects in History: From Annabelle to Robert the Doll
I have a confession to make: I am obsessed with European history, specifically castles. There’s something about a stone fortress that feels like a magnet for the paranormal. In my mind, every castle is haunted, usually by a lady in a white dress, a headless nobleman, or (the absolute worst) creepy ghost children.
By Areeba Umair2 months ago in Horror
The Last Call from a Dead Phone
I recognized the ringtone before I understood what I was hearing. It was soft, tinny, wrong—an outdated jingle I hadn’t heard in years. The sound crept through my apartment at 11:43 PM, threading its way into my bones before my mind caught up.
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror
My Reflection Started Blinking First
The first time it happened, I blamed exhaustion. I’d been working late for weeks, sleeping in fragments, living on coffee and half-remembered dreams. When I stood in the bathroom at 2:11 AM, staring at my own face under the harsh yellow light, it didn’t feel strange that my eyes burned or that the reflection looked slightly off. Fatigue plays tricks, everyone says that.
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror
The Train That Only Runs for the Missing
The train station wasn’t on any map. I found it by accident, following a shortcut home after a late shift, cutting through a street I’d walked past a hundred times but never down. The air smelled wrong there—stale, like rain trapped underground. At the end of the road stood a narrow platform lit by flickering yellow bulbs. A rusted sign hung crooked above it, blank except for peeling paint.
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror
The House That Breathes at Night
At first, everyone thought the sound was plumbing. A soft groan, like old pipes stretching, always around the same time—3:17 AM. In a house as old as ours, that wasn’t unusual. The building had stood for more than a century, swallowing generations of families, secrets sealed behind layers of paint and plaster. Houses like that made noise. They sighed. They settled. They complained.
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror