Sometimes, summer love feels like a breeze: warm, fleeting, and full of promise. But sometimes, it hides a darker tide beneath the surface, pulling hearts into depths they never meant to explore. When passion turns deadly, and the sweetest romances become traps, you must beware of the true dangers that lurk beneath the summer’s shiny glow.

First, the curse beneath the dock

Followed by dinner with the dead

Finally in our last story, claimed by the current

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Sometimes the end of summer isn’t just the changing of seasons. It’s the moment when the world holds its breath, and things buried beneath the ground or lurking in the shadows, begin to stir. When the heat feels heavy enough to crush your bones, you better beware, because some doors open only in the dead heat of summer.

First, it won’t ever let go

Followed by swamp fever rising

Finally in our last story, Not all prayers protect

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Sometimes, evil doesn’t show itself. It hides in quiet places, possessing familiar faces, and whispers when you’re alone. It feeds on fear, doubt, and the things you don’t want to see. But beware of what you ignore, because some evil grows stronger when left unseen.

First, She is not my mother

Followed by smiles hiding horror, the tale of Annabelle Doll

Finally in our last story, the house wants him

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Sometimes, the trip you plan isn’t the one you take. 

We’ve all had vacations that turn into nightmares, and you end up in a Hostel with shadows that don’t belong, and voices that lure you into darkness. So before you pack your bags and check-in for a dream vacation, remember: some places don’t want you there. 

First, not all guests leave

Followed by the Wendigo waits 

Finally in our last story, haunted by unseen eyes

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Sometimes, when the campfire dies and the cabins fall quiet, you hear footsteps where no one should be. The creak of a bridge swaying in the dark, whispers drifting through the trees, these are the things that don’t show up on any map. At camp, some nights carry more than silence. They carry secrets you can’t outrun.

First, a face in the window

Followed by they don’t leave footprints

Finally in our last story, Three Bells, no escape

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Sometimes, on those hot summer days, it’s isn’t the heat that gets you, it’s the water. Quiet. Patient. Watching. It remembers the ones who step too close, who linger too long, who forget that ripples are warnings. Sometimes the voice beneath the surface sounds like your own. Sometimes a scar blooms after the river touches you. And sometimes, when it drags you under… it doesn’t let go.

First, a scar you can’t escape

Followed by summer summons monsters

Finally in our last story, echoes from the drowned

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Happy Haunted 4th of July!! // Something Scary | Snarled

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Sometimes things we think are harmless are hiding the darkest traps. Like dolls, meant to be cute, cuddly companions but are more like haunted houses stitched tight with thread, holding restless souls trapped beneath their painted smiles. What looks like innocence can be a wolf hiding in sheep's clothes, and those glassy eyes? They might be watching you, waiting for the day the thread unravels.

First, silent eyes are watching

Followed by doll makers last stitch 

Finally in our last story, rock-a-bye regret

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The summer solstice is supposed to be a time to celebrate the light, but sometimes, the longest day drags on too long. When the sun won’t set, and the shadows stretch in fantastical ways, that’s when the real darkness creeps in. This isn’t just about light fading, it’s about the horrors that come when the world holds its breath, waiting for the night that never feels quite right.

First, sunlight hides the secrets.

Followed by Hair. Fire. And Footsteps. 

Finally in our last story, trapped beneath.

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Sometimes the things we fear most don’t come from shadows or monsters, but from the quiet moments when consciousness slips away and we’re asleep. When a familiar face hides something cruel, or a restless night brings more than sleep. Beware what you invite in, and remember: some doors are better left closed, some memories never meant to be remembered.

First, Possession. Betrayal. No escape.

Followed by a smile waits in the dark. 

Finally in our last story, she brought it back.

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