A nightly ritual of checking under his bed fails Leo when a rhythmic sound signals the emergence of a terrifying presence

A photographer encounters the haunting image of a small, ghostly boy in and abandoned house window. Her curiosity leads her inside where she discovers a chilling truth.

When Clara buys a Victorian dollhouse, the tiny, immaculate home holds a secret: its miniature inhabitants are not still. As tiny, unseen dramas begin, Clara starts to question her sanity. Are the whispers really coming from the empty playroom, or is the dollhouse somehow a window into a past tragedy that demands a living price? In a house where nothing is what it seems, the distinction between doll and human is dangerously thin.

A centuries-old spirit named Clara has silently watched over the inhabitants of the house on Merrin Lane, never questioning her timeless vigil. But when a chance discovery by a historian unearths a forgotten tragedy, Clara is forced to confront her past, leading to a profound, long-awaited moment of reckoning.

In this chilling horror story, a vintage record player isn't just a device for listening to music; it's a conduit to the past, and a gateway for something malevolent. The story begins when a character discovers an old, dusty phonograph in the corner of an old house. The device is strangely alluring, with intricate carvings and a horn that seems to hum with a life of its own

The curios in Mr. Abernathy's cabinet are not just objects; they are a gallery of human misery. As he opens the cabinet, he invites you to peer into the lives of these cursed items, each object a testament to the darkness that lies just beneath the surface of the ordinary world.

Little Miss Adelaide isn't just a doll—she's a collection of nightmares. In this chilling series of short stories, her porcelain smile is the only constant. Whether she's the cherished antique passed down through generations, the discarded toy found in a dusty attic, or the seemingly harmless gift with a dark secret, Little Miss Adelaide is never what she seems. Each tale weaves a new thread of terror, exploring the unnerving power a doll can hold. She is a silent observer, a vessel for ancient evils, and a malevolent force that thrives on the very innocence she represents. Prepare to be haunted by the glassy stare and unsettling stillness of Little Miss Adelaide, because once you've met her, she will never let you go.

The boy in the photograph: a seemingly innocent figure with a ghostly, pale complexion and eyes that follow you wherever you go. A chilling smile plays on his lips, hinting at a sinister secret lurking behind his cherubic facade. His clothes, though seemingly from a bygone era, are pristine and untouched by time, as if he exists outside the natural order of things. He is the silent witness to every horror, the harbinger of a malevolent presence that will forever haunt the lives of those who dare to look upon his image.

After missing his bus stop, a man finds himself stranded in a fog-choked part of the city. He soon realizes he's being followed by a mysterious presence whose rhythmic footsteps echo his own. His desperate run for safety leads him to a strange, all-night diner with an unsettling waitress. The footsteps stop right outside, but the door never opens. A chilling whisper from beneath the door reveals his pursuer is something far more sinister than a person.

When Liam, a professional sound engineer, takes a job at the remote and famously silent Blackwood Manor, he thinks it's just another gig. But the house is not truly silent. Faint, unsettling noises emanate from the sealed-off west wing—a rhythmic scratching, a low murmur, and a hauntingly beautiful piano melody. Dismissing them as the house settling, Liam continues his work, until curiosity leads him to aim his high-tech microphones at the forbidden wing. The sounds he records are not just strange; they are the audio remnants of a horrific event, a song of mourning played over a background of brutal, agonizing screams. Liam flees, but the echoes follow him. He soon discovers that the ghostly sounds have corrupted his own audio files, manifesting as a grotesque, screaming face in the sound wave itself. The silence of Blackwood Manor wasn't an emptiness, but a vessel for horror, and Liam, by listening too closely, has now become the next echo in its terrifying, unending song.