Some records do not become less disturbing when they are explained.
Documented incidents. Unexplained deaths. Original fiction. Every file tells you which one it is.
Enter the archiveDocumented work and original fiction are always labeled before you enter.
Fiction · 18+ · Fiction / Horror Files
Today I buried my younger brother. I am going to tell you the last seven days in reverse, starting from today and going backwards, because that is the only order in which any of it makes sense. By the time we reach the first day, you will understand what I did. A story.
Fiction · 18+ · Fiction / Horror Files
You are on a night train. You have a lower berth. The man on the upper berth talks to you the whole night and never once comes down. In the morning you find out why. A story.
Fiction · 18+ · Fiction / Horror Files
My father died on a Sunday. His phone has been switched off in my desk drawer since the funeral. Every night since then, at 3:07, it calls me. I have kept a record of every call. This is that record. A story.
Fiction · 18+ · Fiction / Horror Files
The Elevator Game is played alone, at night, in a building with at least ten floors. If you press the buttons in the correct order, the lift takes you to a place that is not your building. On the fifth floor, a woman gets in. There is one rule about her. A story.
Fiction · 18+ · Fiction / Horror Files
The Midnight Game has one rule that matters more than all the other rules. My friend Sameer and I played it on the same night, in two different cities, on a video call. Only one of us followed that rule. A story.
Fiction · 18+ · Fiction / Horror Files
Four of us played planchette in a hostel room during exam week. A senior told us five rules. We followed four of them. This is what happened after the one rule that we broke. A story.
Fiction · 18+ · Fiction / Horror Files
My grandmother's village house came with four rules. The fourth rule was about the back room, and the old neighbour kept the key with herself. She said my grandmother had followed these rules every night for nineteen years. I thought it was only village talk. Then I stayed three nights in that house. A story.
