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We’re featuring member-written 100-word horror drabbles across our social media every Tuesday evening.
Want yours featured?
📌 Post your original 100-word drabble in the comments below.🩸 One will be selected each week and shared on all our platforms—with full credit, of course.
Keep it creepy. Keep it tight.We’re watching. 👁
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The mirror convulsed like a wound, glass breathing in a rhythm older than lungs. My reflection rose without me, lips peeled back in a grin that remembered sins I had never confessed. I pressed trembling fingers to the cold pane, felt skin—my skin—slick with rot, eager to pull me through. The face leaned close, mouth yawning wider than bone should allow, silence roaring like a furnace. Pressure spiked in my skull, thoughts cracking, reforming, bleeding. Then I realized: perhaps I was never the original. Perhaps I was the reflection, rehearsing lines already spoken by something else, already erased, already replaced, forever.
Dark Initiate
Dark Initiate
Dark Initiate
Inspired by your photo on Facebook:
Beware the Witches Woods
The headless girl stepped out of the witch-hazel-sapling woods with her fingertips embracing her upside-down face, messaging her cheeks.
Her face grinned ever wider with every step closer toward you standing there alone. Your bloody axe unclean, nor oiled to gleam with strands of her fiery hair stuck to the blade as if a trophy unclaimed.
Her mouth spoke words you had never heard before. How could she still speak aloud?
Come sunrise, she stepped out of the forest alive with her head on her shoulders, while your shredded remains bled out beneath crinkly crisp autumn leaves.