Nights of Terror: The World of Horror Stories
It was a stormy night in the little, forsaken town ofThe Killer Man The roads, smooth with water, glimmered under the scanty streetlamps as the tempest battered the windows of the overview houses. Hardly any considered branching out after nightfall. Not since the bits of hearsay started. They referred to him as “The killer Man.” … Read more
Birchwood House was a great home and the gem of the town. However, since the puzzling vanishing of its last proprietor, Woman Eleanor, it has fallen into dilapidation and is covered in gossipy tidbits about hauntings and dull mysteries. One hazy night, a student of history named Rafiq showed up in the neighborhood. Not set … Read more
In the old town of Maplewood, there was a school that had been there for more than a long time. Among the understudies, there was gossip about Room 13, a homeroom that had been locked and unused as far back as anybody could recollect. They said it was spooky. One bleak evening, after school had … Read more
The little, distant town of Ravan had been covered in notion for quite some time. Its residents lived in a feeling of dread toward an old prediction, that went down through ages, advance notice of the Blood Moon. As indicated by the story, at regular intervals, when the moon became blood red, a dull power … Read more
In a peaceful town, there was a little blue house at the edge of the forest. It had a place with a young lady named Lily, who resided with her grandma. The house was comfortable, with bright blossoms in the nursery and daylight gushing through the windows during the day. In any case, there was … Read more
Somewhere down in the core of the old Blackwood Timberland, there was a spot local people tried not discuss — The Quiet Empty. Legends recounted when the Empty had been a clamoring town, yet something unholy had moved throughout, leaving only quietness afterward. The breeze wouldn’t wail through its trees, creatures stayed away from it, … Read more
In the core of a little, languid town stood an old library, its endured blocks and transcending racks loaded up with books that had for quite some time been neglected. The residents seldom visited any longer, inclining toward present day interruptions over dusty books, however there was something else about this library. Something… agitating. It … Read more
Once upon a time, in a small village surrounded by thick forests, there was a giant tree that stood taller than any of the houses. It was known as the Whispering Tree because, on quiet nights, it seemed to murmur secrets that only the wind could understand. The offspring of the town were told never … Read more
Two months had passed since Maya evaporated, and the town had in essence continued on. Nobody really considered discussing her vanishing resoundingly, yet murmurs followed her memory like a shadow. The Empty House remained as it generally had, calm and threatening, its windows actually gazing vacantly at the town like the eyes of a visually … Read more
In the core of the old town, where slanted roads wandered under the shadows of old trees, stood a house nobody considered drawing nearer. The house had a set of experiences — one covered under long stretches of murmured bits of hearsay and failed to remember misfortunes. Its windows, always blurred, appeared to gaze vacantly … Read more