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PART I — THE CAROLERS WHO NEVER LEFT Evergreen Hollow looked perfect in December—fresh snow, glowing lights, peppermint air. But beneath the decorations, the town held a tradition no one spoke of. Every year on December 13th, The Carolers returned. They were once a group of townspeople who froze to death in a blizzard decades…
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Snow fell gently over the quiet little town of Red Pines, blanketing rooftops and pine trees in soft white. The night seemed peaceful—too peaceful for December 24th. Children slept soundly, waiting for Santa. Parents finished wrapping presents. And above it all, something old and hungry stirred in the sky. At 12:03 AM, a strange scraping…
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Every winter, Blackpine Hollow wrapped itself in quiet snow and soft lantern light. For most of the year, it was peaceful—sleepy even—but once the first frost touched the treetops, the townspeople began locking their doors early and whispering warnings to their children. Because winter meant it would return. The locals called it the Winter Stalker,…
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❄️ “The Snowman Who Loved Saint Nicholas” A Tragic Christmas Horror Tale They built him on a night when the wind howled like a hungry wolf—three uneven globes of snow, a crooked carrot nose, lumps of coal for eyes. But something in that storm had teeth, and when the last child patted the snowman’s chest…
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They said the house on Magpie Road had been abandoned for decades—just rotting wood, boarded windows, and a yard that seemed to grow weeds faster than sunlight. But the truth was that something inside it never slept. And when the five teens stepped inside, it woke up hungry. Lena was the first to cross the…
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Every fall, the people of Briar Hollow held the same quaint tradition: a townwide feast honoring the harvest. Tables filled the central square, lanterns glowed amber, and families arrived draped in scarves and flannel—pretending the town wasn’t slowly dying. But the year the drought came, something else came with it. The farmers swore they had…
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In the valley where the sky glowed crimson at dusk and the mountains broke like jagged teeth against the heavens, the Dragon Queen Seralyth ruled. Her wings shimmered like molten gold, and her human form—tall, radiant, crowned with horns—burned with the fierce beauty of living flame. The dragons worshiped her. The kingdoms feared her. But…
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The forest was wrong that night. The pines stood too still, their needles refusing to sway even as the wind groaned like something wounded. Moonlight dripped through the branches in thin white streaks, illuminating the narrow path Rowan followed deeper into the woods. His lantern flickered despite no breeze touching it. He shouldn’t have gone…
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The workshop was a graveyard of obsolete dreams—shelves bowed under dead machines, copper wires hung like torn veins, and dust coated every forgotten invention. But in the middle of this metallic cemetery stood R-9, the last functioning creation of a once brilliant engineer. R-9 had no purpose beyond labor.He lifted. He carried. He obeyed.He never…
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Aric the Butcher King had hunted shapeshifters since the age of ten. He remembered their claws slicing through his village, the way their bodies melted and reformed like boiling wax. He remembered their teeth—too many, too sharp—closing around his brother’s throat. So he devoted his life to destroying them. He learned to track the scent…
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