Clara, an inheritor of her reclusive aunt’s old bookstore, finds herself in a world of dust and twilight. One evening, she discovers a hidden journal that details the shop’s true nature: a liminal space stalked by a “shadow that feeds on silence.” The previous owner’s journal warns that the only defense is to keep the space filled with sound, but the final entry reveals the entity is learning. Soon, Clara is alone in the quiet shop, and the silence becomes a physical weight. As books begin to fall and a whisper breathes her name, she realizes the shadow is no longer a passive hunter. When she escapes, the sound of the shop's bell provides a moment of relief, but a new, distant chime signals a terrifying new development: the entity is no longer waiting for silence—it’s bringing it with it.

On a dare from his friends, a teenager enters the infamous, abandoned Miller Place. The house is a sensory assault of dust and decay, but the true terror begins when he hears whispers and shuffling footsteps from upstairs. Trapped in the dark after dropping his phone, he counts down the final seconds until the time is up. Just as he reaches the door and fumbles with the lock, a voice whispers in his ear, confirming his worst fears. He looks at his reflection in the glass and sees a face that is not his own, a horrifying specter with gaping black eyes and a wide, unnatural smile, standing right behind him. The dare is over, but the nightmare has just begun.

Haunted by the recent loss of his mother, a man seeks solace in the familiar objects of his childhood home. He finds a peculiar, heirloom music box that has always unnerved him with its discordant tune and chipped porcelain ballerina. But as a storm rages outside, a strange compulsion leads him to wind the box, unleashing a terrifying supernatural presence. The box begins to play a new melody—a familiar nursery rhyme sung in his mother's voice. As his reflection in a nearby window takes on a life of its own, he realizes the box isn't just playing a song; it's luring him into a horrifying union. Trapped by the object he once hated, he becomes a new player in a chilling waltz of possession and dread, his own will and voice consumed by the music box’s malevolent tune.

Eleanor, a veteran investigator accustomed to predictable hauntings, arrives at a house where the fear is palpable but the signs are nonexistent. The homeowners speak of a shadow that simply watches from the corner of a room. Dismissing it as a trick of the light, Eleanor sets up her equipment, ready for another boring night.

But as the silence deepens, her devices fail, not from malfunction, but from a deliberate, chilling force. The shadow reveals itself to be a perfect void, a profound absence of light and sound that defies physical laws. This is no restless spirit; it is the embodiment of stillness, an entity that feeds on the echoes of those who came before. As Eleanor confronts this patient, terrifying presence, she realizes she isn't just investigating a haunting—she is the next target of an entity that doesn't just silence its victims, but absorbs them into its perpetual, breathless void.

When a violent storm knocks out the power, Elias is left alone with only his thoughts and a flickering flashlight. But a strange sound from the cellar- a sound that shouldn't be possible- shatters the quiet. What's hiding in the darkness below, and what does it want with him?

In this bone-chilling horror story, a man confronts his deepest fears and a horrifying truth that blurs the line between the living and the dead. This ain't your grandpa's scary story. This is The Cellar....

A late night scratching sound is all it takes to shatter a young mans sense of security. The terror isn't what's hiding behind the closet door, but in the dreadful certainty that it knows your there...

A man moves into an old house, only to discover a seemingly harmless rocking chair. Soon he realizes it's never truly empty and the rhythmic creaking is a haunting reminder that he is not alone.

A father uses a baby monitor to keep an eye on his child, but soon hears a different kind of signal. A strange whispering voice that brings nothing but fear.