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Welcome to Lemmy Horror Stories! This is your go-to place for creating and continuing spine-chilling tales. Here’s how it works:

  1. Start Your Horror Story: Begin your post with a gripping horror story title and the first part of the story in the main body.
  2. Continue the Terror: Other community members will dive into the comments to add their own twists, turns, and terrifying continuations to the story.
  3. Keep the Fear Alive: Feel free to build upon existing comments or start new threads with your own unique frights. The more creative and scary, the better!

Whether you're a seasoned horror writer or just love a good scare, join us in weaving together the most bone-chilling tales the Lemmy community has ever seen.

Dare to write, dare to read, and above all, dare to be scared!

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Then, just as they turned to leave, it exhaled—hot, rancid, and far too close

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The Thing in the Cellar (hilariouschaos.com)
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It started with a faint scratching. Emily thought it wvas rats. Living alone in her crumbling farmhouse, she'd grown used to the creaks and groans of an aging structure But this was different-a rhythmic, deliberate scrape echoing from the cellar.

One stormy night, curiosity overcame fear. Flashlight in hand, Emily descended the narrow wooden stairs, each step groaning under her weight. The air was thick with dampness, and the smell of decay intensified as she reached the bottom

The beam of her flashlight swept the room. The cellar was empty except for old furniture, jars of preserves long past their prime, and cobwebs as thick as curtains. She was about to turn back when she noticed the wall-no, through the wall. The shadows weren't behaving as they shouldA faint shimmer revealed something... moving.

The wall began to bulge outward like stretched skin. With a sickening rip, it split open, and a mass of glistening flesh tumbled through. The thing was all wrong-amorphous yet Purposeful. with countless limbs and tendrils writhing like snakes. Its "skin" was translucent, revealing pulsating organs and churning digestive sacks insideEmily froze, her breath caught in her throat. The thing turned toward her, its eyeless face somehow seeingIt lunged.

Tom, the delivery man, hadn't shown up in hours. His van sat abandoned in the driveway, headlights still on. Inside the cellar, the creature loomed over its prey.Tom's muffled screams bubbled out as one of the creature's appendages shoved itself into his mouth distending his jaw grotesquely. The tendril writhed deeper, pulling flesh, bone, and teeth with it.

Another limb tore into his abdomen, scooping out handfuls of intestines like wet spaghetti.The creature made no sound, but its movements were feverish, as though starved. Its translucent flesh revealed a grotesque ballet within- Tom's shredded remains sliding down a viscous tunnel into a pulsing organ that contracted and expanded like a diseased lung.

Bones cracked audibly as they dissolved in acid-like fluidsTom's body was a ruin, his face frozen in eternal terror The creature wasn't done. It unfolded new appendages- serrated pincers that stripped flesh from bone with mechanical precision.

It seemed to savor its work, gorging on its victim with primal ecstasy.Emily, hidden behind the stairs, watched in horror. Her trembling hand clutched her mouth, stifling the scream that begged to escape.

The flashlight, still in her grip flickered.The creature stopped, It turned, its eyeless gaze locking onto her trembling shadow.

It wasn't finished

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As the candle flickered, revealing claw marks carved deep into the wooden walls, Sarah whispered, "I thought this house was abandoned."

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Darren had decided to go exploring a local forest , having heard there was an old spring house nearby abandoned long ago. They said the spring was magic, granting health and longer life. As he made his way along the mostly unused paths he......

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Sarah had always loved the solitude of her tiny apartment, nestled on the top floor of an old, creaky building.

Tonight, though, something felt off.

A strange scratching sound was coming from her closet. As she opened the door, her breath caught—glowing eyes stared back at her from the darkness...........