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Horror Nights
Huling Na-update : 2026-04-27
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Miss the blood boiling thrillers that you used to enjoy? Every night, we have a horror story to send you into the sweet, scary dreams.
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Horror Nights C12 The Shepherd Dog
The mist clinging to the valley floor wasn’t weather; it was a shroud. It had been sitting on my land for three days, thick and smelling of wet copper and old, forgotten graves. The sheep had stopped grazing on the second day. Now, they stood in the center of the paddock, a dense, pulsating knot of wool and bone, their heads turned inward. They didn't make a sound—no bleating, no hoof-clatter. Just that rhythmic, wet clicking that seemed to vibrate from beneath the grass.I was leaning against the rusted gate, my knuckles white, when he appeared.He didn't walk out of the mist; he simply manifested, as if the fog had condensed into a man. He wore a coat that seemed to absorb the twilight, and in his hand, he held a leather leash that vanished into the gray expanse behind him."Could my dog herd your sheep for a bit?" he asked.His voice wasn't spoken; it was a vibration that traveled up through the soil, through the soles of my boots, and settled in my marrow. It sounded like the grin
Huling Na-update : 2026-04-27Horror Nights C11 Midnight Elevator
I was alone in the elevator.It was past 2 a.m., and the office building felt like a tomb. I had stayed late finishing a report that could have waited until morning. Now I just wanted to get home, collapse into bed, and forget the fluorescent lights and the endless spreadsheets. The elevator arrived with its familiar soft ding, and I stepped inside, pressing the button for the ground floor. The doors slid shut. Silence wrapped around me like a blanket.Then the doors opened again.No one was outside. The hallway was empty, the emergency lights casting long, sickly shadows across the marble floor. I frowned and pressed the close button. The doors obediently began to shut.They opened again.I sighed, irritation mixing with the late-night fog in my brain. “Seriously?” I muttered. Maybe a sensor was faulty. I stepped forward and waved my hand through the doorway. Nothing. I hit the close button harder. The doors started to close once more.They opened again.This was getting ridiculous.
Huling Na-update : 2026-04-27Horror Nights C10 The Old Well
The well in our backyard is magical. Every time I kill and throw the body in there, it would disappear overnight. But mother’s body had been in there for days now, still not disappearing.I first discovered the well’s secret when I was fourteen. My father had become unbearable—drunk every night, fists flying at anyone who looked at him wrong. One evening he came home raging about dinner being cold. He slapped my mother so hard she hit the kitchen counter and didn’t get up. Something inside me snapped. I waited until he passed out on the couch, then took the old hunting knife from the shed.The blade went in easier than I expected. He barely made a sound. Dragging his heavy body across the yard under moonlight was the hardest part. I rolled him over the stone rim and let him drop. The splash was muffled, almost polite. By morning, the well was empty. Just dark water reflecting the sky. No body. No blood. No evidence. The magic had taken him.After that, the well became my silent partne
Huling Na-update : 2026-04-27Horror Nights C9 The Streamer
The routine was as familiar as the rhythm of my own heartbeat. I would arrive early, creeping through the unlocked window in the kitchen, making my way silently to the master bedroom. I knew the layout by heart: the creaky floorboard near the closet, the specific hum of the gaming PC, the way she liked the room cooled to exactly sixty-eight degrees.Under the bed was my sanctuary. It was dark, smelling faintly of her lavender laundry detergent and the stale dust of the floorboards. From here, I didn’t just watch her stream on a screen; I watched her. I saw the way her shoulders tensed when she lost a match, the way she bit her lip when she read a particularly funny comment, the way she laughed—that genuine, sparkling sound that never quite translated through the microphone.I was watching her stream as usual, but this time, a viewer noticed me hiding under the bed.The stream was quiet. It was late, the kind of "Just Chatting" session where she sat in her oversized chair, hair pulled
Huling Na-update : 2026-04-27
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