Tragic Horror Stories
Browse tragic horror stories from the Horror Story Archive.
I Traded My Son For A Better One, And I Hate Myself For Not Regretting It
A grieving father is offered a way to finally see his son without seeing the dead wife he can never escape.
It's Lonely Here
He wakes to a perfect summer day, only to discover that paradise has left him completely alone.
I love my children
A mother desperate to keep her family together makes a final decision she believes will keep her children with her forever.
The mask killed you not I
A mysterious mask follows a grieving couple wherever they try to escape it.
I Always Thought the End of the World Would Be Loud, I Was Wrong
As the world falls silent, two sisters must escape the undead and carry on without the parents who sacrificed themselves for them.
I made a friend with the girl in the shed, and she shares the same freckle I have
A lonely girl finds a sister in the darkness of her grandmother's shed, but the girl waiting there may have known her family for much longer than she realizes.
The purple hat kept us safe from the trees
A purple hat protects two siblings from the voices calling them into the forest.
My father walked out on me twenty years ago. Tonight I found out why.
After twenty years of silence, a man finally meets the father who abandoned him, only to uncover an impossible family secret.
There is a reason why you shouldn't burn witches
The last surviving witch recounts the terrible secret her coven has protected for decades and why the townspeople's hatred will doom them all.
I'm gay, and I'm going into cardiac arrest.
A young athlete's heart emergency leads to an unexpected connection, but a hospital procedure reveals a horrifying hidden truth.
My husband is against me putting my cat down.
A woman struggles with a heartbreaking decision about her sick cat, but a shocking truth changes everything she thought she knew.
My wife keeps asking if I remember the accident
A peaceful family road trip takes a haunting turn as forgotten memories begin resurfacing on a familiar stretch of country road.
My wife admitted something on her deathbed. Now I’m glad she died.
I thought my wife's final confession would help me grieve. Instead, it destroyed every happy memory we'd ever shared.
Someone hung the toilet paper in my bathroom the wrong way. I live alone.
I spent weeks searching for the person sneaking into my apartment. I never imagined the real break-in was happening inside my own mind.