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Grief Horror Stories

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I Traded My Son For A Better One, And I Hate Myself For Not Regretting It
Psychological Horror5000+ Words35m6925w

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.

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Something Is Wrong with the Ghost Haunting My Husband
Paranormal HorrorUnder 1000 Words4m674w

Something Is Wrong with the Ghost Haunting My Husband

After losing their daughter, a grieving mother begins to suspect the ghost haunting her husband is hiding something far more disturbing.

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My bird keeps calling out my husband’s name, but he died a year ago
Paranormal HorrorUnder 2000 WordsNarratable10m1924w

My bird keeps calling out my husband’s name, but he died a year ago

A grieving widow begins receiving impossible anniversary gifts from the husband she lost, but each gift grows more disturbing.

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Someone keeps knocking on my back door at exactly 2:15am
Paranormal Horror2000+ WordsNarratable25m4987w

Someone keeps knocking on my back door at exactly 2:15am

After his wife's death, an elderly widower begins hearing relentless knocks on his back door every Thursday at 2:15am until he discovers the impossible source is much closer than he…

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Mom, please rest in peace
Paranormal HorrorUnder 250 Words2m224w

Mom, please rest in peace

A grieving child struggles to move on as comforting reminders of a lost mother become something far more unsettling.

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My wife admitted something on her deathbed. Now I’m glad she died.
Psychological HorrorUnder 1000 Words4m795w

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.

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The last thing that grief takes
Psychological HorrorUnder 500 WordsNarratable2m387w

The last thing that grief takes

Each night the tree grew taller. Each morning, my wife became a little more like a stranger.

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