tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85515137392614979082024-03-13T09:09:08.301-07:00Horror StoriesWelcome to Horror Stories. Read interesting horror stories and have a chilling day. Share us with your friends.đUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger308125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551513739261497908.post-19543187350221248192020-11-22T01:33:00.005-08:002020-11-22T01:33:41.889-08:00THE MASS FOR THE DEAD - Horror StoriesImage from PixabayTHE MASS FOR THE DEADWritten by ANTHONY HOPEI was awakeâwidely, cruelly awake. I had been awake all night; what sleep could there be for me when the woman I loved was to be married next morningâmarried, and not to me?I went to my room early; the family party in the drawing-room maddened me. Grouped about the round table with the stamped plush cover, each was busy with work, or Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551513739261497908.post-88397409483101768152020-11-22T01:16:00.004-08:002020-11-22T01:16:48.502-08:00LUCRETIA MOTT - Famous Woman Story Image from PixabayLUCRETIA MOTT(1793-1880)"There is in every true woman's heart a spark of heavenly fire which beams and blazes in the dark hours of adversity."âWashington IrvingBorn on the quaint little island of Nantucket, January 3, 1793, Lucretia Coffin grew to girlhood among peaceful and beautiful surroundings. Her father was Captain of a whaler and was, consequently, often away from Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551513739261497908.post-24302077621652516392020-11-21T02:35:00.000-08:002020-11-21T02:35:02.000-08:00The Shunned House - Haunted House StoryImage from PixabayThe Shunned HouseWritten by P. LOVECRAFT1What I heard in my youth about the shunned house was mere that people died there in alarmingly great numbers. That, I was told, was why the original owners had moved out some twenty years after building the place. It was plainly unhealthy, perhaps because of the dampness and fungous growths in the cellar, the general sickish smell, the Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551513739261497908.post-66630149139878174572020-11-21T02:15:00.001-08:002020-11-21T02:15:06.508-08:00ELIZABETH FRY - Inspirational StoryImage from PixabayELIZABETH FRY(1780-1845)"A lamp is lit in woman's eyesThat souls else lost on earth,Remember angels by."âN. P. WillisIn Warwick, England lived a family of Quakers named Gurney. They were not "plain Quakers" at that time, which means that they did not wear plain clothes and refrain from the use of ornaments, nor did they refuse to take part in the pleasures of the world, as Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551513739261497908.post-7009385567084446942020-11-21T01:53:00.002-08:002020-11-21T01:53:18.433-08:00On Being Found Out - StoriesImage from PixabayOn Being Found OutA Story by William Makepeace ThackerayAt the close (let us say) of Queen Anne's reign, when I was a boy at a private and preparatory school for young gentlemen, I remember the wiseacre of a master ordering us all, one night, to march into a little garden at the back of the house, and thence to proceed one by one into a tool or hen house (I was but a tender Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551513739261497908.post-44156260268007350342020-11-21T00:52:00.013-08:002020-11-22T00:58:22.085-08:00Stephen D. Edwards Image from PixabayA Story About Stephen D. EdwardsWritten by Stephen D. EdwardsStephen D. Edwards is the eldest of three siblings, born and raised in Latin America of British parents who loved them and did their best as parents. They moved every two to four years. At age 10, he joined the Boy Scouts and began to learn and gain recognition for skills and knowledge. The merit badges he Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551513739261497908.post-60235778700877322642020-11-20T01:36:00.004-08:002020-11-20T01:36:35.366-08:00THE DEAD SMILE - Horror StoriesImage from PixabayTHE DEAD SMILEWritten by F. MARION CRAWFORDCHAPTER ISir Hugh Ockram smiled as he sat by the open window of his study, in the late August afternoon; and just then a curiously yellow cloud obscured the low sun, and the clear summer light turned lurid as if it had been suddenly poisoned and polluted by the foul vapors of a plague. Sir Hugh's face seemed, at best, to be made of fineUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551513739261497908.post-71825574569344116882020-11-20T00:55:00.002-08:002020-11-20T00:55:12.847-08:00DOROTHY PAYNE MADISONImage from PixabayDOROTHY PAYNE MADISON"It is by a woman that Nature writes on the hearts of men."âRichard Brinsley SheridanDollie Madison was born May 27, 1772, in North Carolina. Her father, John Payne, was a native of Virginia, but he lived on a large plantation in North Carolina which had been given him by his father. He married Mary Coles, a noted belle, and beauty, and their daughter Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551513739261497908.post-37461726091553956482020-11-19T02:17:00.001-08:002020-11-19T02:17:15.955-08:00THE POT OF CAVIARE - StoriesImage from PixabayTHE POT OF CAVIAREWritten by ARTHUR CONAN DOYLEIt was the fourth day of the siege. Ammunition and provisions were both nearing an end. When the Boxer insurrection had suddenly flamed up, and roared, like a fire in dry grass, across Northern China, the few scattered Europeans in the outlying provinces had huddled together at the nearest defensible post and had held on for dear Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551513739261497908.post-42199545690204848982020-11-19T01:06:00.002-08:002020-11-19T01:06:22.764-08:00JOAN OF ARC - Stories About Famous WomenImage from PixabayJOAN OF ARCStory by Edith"Oh child of France! Shepherdess, peasant girl! Trodden under foot by all around thee, how I honor thy flashing intellect, quick as God's lightning, and true as God's lightning to its mark, that ran before France and laggard Europe by many a century, confounding the malice of the ensnarer, and making dumb the oracles of falsehood!"âDe QuinceyThe story ofUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551513739261497908.post-48675221173888734852020-11-18T02:07:00.001-08:002020-11-18T02:07:05.780-08:00PLAYING WITH FIRE - A Horror Story Image from PixabayPLAYING WITH FIREWritten by Arthur Conan DoyleI cannot pretend to say what occurred on the 14th of April last at No. 17, Badderly Gardens. Put down in black and white, my surmise might seem too crude, too grotesque, for serious consideration. And yet that something did occur, and that it was of nature which will leave its mark upon every one of us for the rest of our livesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551513739261497908.post-74245374593230502292020-11-18T01:52:00.003-08:002020-11-18T01:53:11.558-08:00CLARIMONDE - A Love Story Image from PixabayCLARIMONDEBy ThĂ©ophile GautierBrother, you ask me if I have ever loved. Yes. My story is a strange and terrible one; and though I am sixty-six years of age, I scarcely dare even now to disturb the ashes of that memory. To you, I can refuse nothing, but I should not relate such a tale to any less experienced mind. So strange were the circumstances of my story, that I can Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551513739261497908.post-29649794650040257422020-11-18T01:23:00.004-08:002020-11-18T01:23:24.903-08:00LET ME FEEL YOUR PULSE - A Medical Story Image from PixabayLET ME FEEL YOUR PULSEStory by HenrySo I went to the doctor."How long has it been since you took any alcohol into your system?" he asked.Turning my head sidewise, I answered, "Oh, quite a while."He was a young doctor, somewhere between twenty and forty. He wore heliotrope socks, but he looked like Napoleon. I liked him immensely."Now," said he, "I am going to show you the Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551513739261497908.post-1046404425877606122020-11-18T01:10:00.000-08:002020-11-18T01:10:01.045-08:00THE SLEUTHS - A Detective StoryImage from PixabayTHE SLEUTHS By HenryIn The Big City, a man will disappear with the suddenness and completeness of the flame of a candle that is blown out. All the agencies of inquisitionâthe hounds of the trail, the sleuths of the city's labyrinths, the closet detectives of theory and inductionâwill be invoked to the search. Most often the man's face will be seen no more. Sometimes he willUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551513739261497908.post-56471488860189324212020-11-17T02:50:00.006-08:002020-11-17T02:50:44.979-08:00THE WITCH - Horror StoryImage from PixabayTHE WITCHBY ANTON CHEKHOVIT was approaching nightfall. The sexton, Savely Gykin, was lying in his huge bed in the hut adjoining the church. He was not asleep, though it was his habit to go to sleep at the same time as the hens. His coarse red hair peeped from under one end of the greasy patchwork quilt, made up of colored rags, while his big unwashed feet stuck out from the Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551513739261497908.post-87611300708100742672020-11-17T02:12:00.007-08:002020-11-17T02:12:59.619-08:00THE OLD NURSE'S STORY - A Wonderful Story Image from PixabayTHE OLD NURSE'S STORYYou know, my dears, that your mother was an orphan, and an only child; and I daresay you have heard that your grandfather was a clergyman up in Westmoreland, where I come from. I was just a girl in the village school, when, one day, your grandmother came in to ask the mistress if there was any scholar there who would do for a nurse-maid; and mighty Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551513739261497908.post-16145291852480287822020-11-17T01:57:00.008-08:002020-11-17T01:57:46.827-08:00Pandemic - A StoryImage from PixabayPandemicGenerally, human beings don't do totally useless things consistently and widely. Soâmaybe there is something to itâBY J. F. BONE"We call it Thurston's Disease for two perfectly good reasons," Dr. Walter Kramer said. "He discovered itâand he was the first to die of it." The doctor fumbled fruitlessly through the pockets of his lab coat. "Now where the devil did I put Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551513739261497908.post-21305034135674870902020-11-16T03:56:00.001-08:002020-11-16T03:56:07.169-08:00THE MUMMY'S FOOT - A Horror StoryImage from PixabayTHE MUMMY'S FOOTBy ThĂ©ophile GautierI had entered, in an idle mood, the shop of one of those curiosity vendors who are called marchands de bric-Ă -brac in that Parisian argot which is so perfectly unintelligible elsewhere in France.You have doubtless glanced occasionally through the windows of some of these shops, which have become so numerous now that it is fashionable to buy Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551513739261497908.post-31590866268365578532020-11-16T03:20:00.008-08:002020-11-16T03:20:53.879-08:00THE BEETLE-HUNTER - A Horror Story Image from PixabayTHE BEETLE-HUNTERby Arthur Conan Doyle A Horror StoryA curious experience? said the Doctor. Yes, my friends, I have had one very curious experience. I never expect to have another, for it is against all doctrines of chances that two such events would befall any one man in a single lifetime. You may believe me or not, but the thing happened exactly as I tell it.I had Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551513739261497908.post-39825488011844186392020-11-16T02:59:00.002-08:002020-11-16T02:59:45.408-08:00THREE SUNDAYS IN A WEEK - A Funny Story Image from PixabayTHREE SUNDAYS IN A WEEKâYOU hard-headed, dunder-headed, obstinate, rusty, crusty, musty, fusty, old savage!â said I, in fancy, one afternoon, to my grand uncle Rumgudgeonâshaking my fist at him in imagination.Only in imagination. The fact is, some trivial discrepancy did exist, just then, between what I said and what I had not the courage to sayâbetween what I did and whatUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551513739261497908.post-20515715011303800832020-11-16T02:48:00.008-08:002020-11-16T02:48:44.782-08:00KING PEST Image from PixabayKING PEST The gods do bear and will allow in kings The things which they abhor in rascal routes. Buckhurstâs Tragedy of Ferrex and Porrex.ABOUT twelve oâclock, one night in the month of October, and during the chivalrous reign of the third Edward, two seamen belonging to the crew of the âFree and Easy,âUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551513739261497908.post-63654473499206124472020-11-16T02:32:00.000-08:002020-11-16T02:32:12.439-08:00Morella - A Sad Story Image from PixabayMORELLA Itself, by itself, solely, one everlasting, and single. PLATO: SYMPOS.A Sad Story WITH a feeling of deep yet most singular affection I regarded my friend Morella. Thrown by accident into her society many years ago, my soul from our first meeting burned with fires it had never before known; but the fires were not of Eros, Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551513739261497908.post-49232923979418705732020-11-14T01:34:00.001-08:002020-11-14T01:34:09.532-08:00Ghosts - Horror Stories Image from PixabayGhostsWritten by HENRI RENĂ Just at the time when the Concordat was in its most flourishing condition, a young man belonging to a wealthy and highly respected middle-class family went to the office of the head of the police at Pââ, and begged for his help and advice, which was immediately promised him."My father threatens to disinherit me," the young man then began, "Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551513739261497908.post-36991992319630357922020-11-14T01:28:00.004-08:002020-11-14T01:28:24.814-08:00An Uncomfortable Bed - A Mystery StoryImage from PixabayAn Uncomfortable BedBy Julian HawthorneA Mystery StoryOne autumn I went to stay for the hunting season with some friends in a chateau in Picardy.My friends were fond of practical joking, as all my friends are. I do not care to know any other sort of person.When I arrived, they gave me a princely reception, which at once aroused distrust in my breast. We had some capital shootingUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8551513739261497908.post-75698470532285336122020-11-14T01:08:00.008-08:002020-11-14T01:08:59.596-08:00The Man with the Pale Eye - A Mystery Story Image from PixabayThe Man with the Pale EyeWritten by HENRI RENĂA Mystery StoryMonsieur Pierre AgĂ©nor De Vargnes, the Examining Magistrate, was the exact opposite of a practical joker. He was dignity, staidness, correctness personified. As a sedate man, he was quite incapable of being guilty, even in his dreams, of anything resembling a practical joke, however remotely. I know nobody to Unknownnoreply@blogger.com