Looking for Truly Terrifying Books! They Have to Be Scary 求特恐怖的书！一定要恐怖的
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- 651 Paranormal Podcast 灵异播客 “What’s the most convincing paranormal story you’ve ever heard? As a paranormal podcast host, I thought I was just collecting urban legends, until a laugh that wasn’t mine came through my headphones. While I was adjusting the audio track, a shrill whisper seemed to breathe right into my ear, and a new waveform mysteriously appeared in the recording software. An expert told me, ‘That’s another audio signal. It isn’t human.’ Worse still, after I said, ‘Don’t come looking for me through my headphon —Reads—Score—Shelves
- 652 The Hypnosis Trap: The Forgotten Bloody Hand 催眠陷阱：被遗忘的血手 “I caused my husband and child’s deaths with my own hands, then spent an entire year forgetting them. The truth only tore through my memories as I fell, after my psychiatrist pushed me onto the rooftop.” The travel magazine from a year ago, the coffee cup that appeared out of nowhere in the living room, the unfamiliar father and son in the photo frame... I thought I was simply suffering from depression, until I encountered those blood-soaked hands during hypnosis and realized that forgetting was —Reads—Score—Shelves
- 653 The Night Shift Passage: An Invitation from the Dead 夜班通道：亡者邀请函 “Every night at ten, I open the supermarket’s rolling shutter right on time, never knowing that another world lies hidden at the end of the aisles: a black-gang nightclub that was burned to the ground. For two years, I watched my coworkers ‘disappear’ one by one. Even their names seemed to be erased, until Wang Tao grabbed my arm in the emergency exit, and a girl crawling with maggots in the Golden Ballroom pressed close to my ear and said, ‘Welcome to Brother Feng’s club. All the guests here... 1Reads—Score—Shelves
- 654 My Dead Friend 死去的好友 “I inherited my childhood friend’s billion-dollar fortune, but then received a call from him in the middle of the night. Yang Zhiyi, the man I’d pushed off a cliff with my own hands, gripped my throat with dirt-covered hands and asked me, one word at a time, in the mirror: ‘Why are you scheming against even my ghost?’” A staged mountaineering accident, a ‘will’ pieced together from lines in short videos: I thought I’d gotten away with a perfect murder, until a pair of glasses mysteriously appear —Reads—Score—Shelves
- 655 A Midnight Invitation to the Yin-Yang Eyes 阴阳眼的午夜邀约 “I’ve seen with my own eyes a boy with yin-yang eyes, blessed by Guanyin, get torn at by a shadow in a cemetery. I’ve heard Teresa Teng’s songs drifting out of a bakery’s refrigerator. And in a restaurant attic, I once came across a bloodied face embedded in the floor. But the creepiest thing of all is the ‘little ghost’ in my son’s playroom, growing up on the ‘fragrance’ it smells.” Notes written during a late-night cemetery exploration, a wandering spirit in cloth shoes in the kitchen during a —Reads—Score—Shelves
- 656 The Strange Happenings on Little C’s Moments 小C的朋友圈诡事 “My social media feed hides the truth behind seven cases of the living encountering evil spirits: Reporter Xiao Chen’s right shoulder is covered in bruises marked with the bite prints of an infant spirit; a junior student is chased to her apartment by a split-headed zombie on Halloween; tenant Xiao Chang waves through the window to a boy with no eyes every night at ten... The creepiest thing is the severed-hand granny who suddenly reaches out in front of a meat grinder at the market at three in —Reads—Score—Shelves
- 657 The Watcher Beyond the Cat’s Eye 猫眼外的凝视者 “That night, at dawn, the ‘person’ outside my peephole stared into my eyes for a full three minutes, until I realized its pupils weren’t moving.” A late-night food delivery buzzer jolted me awake, but there was no one outside the door. It wasn’t until I crushed the eyeball stuck to the peephole that the news began reporting a series of dismemberment murders in this very building. Even more terrifying, when I approached the peephole with trembling hands to check, that bloodshot eye was still pres 1Reads—Score—Shelves
- 658 Nobody Working the Night Shift at This Company Is Human 公司里上夜班的都不是人 “You are absolutely not allowed to linger after work.” That was the rule my boss personally gave me on my first day. But when I returned to the office late at night to pick up the engagement ring, the elevator showed an overload despite being empty, the printer started spitting out a death certificate bearing my name, and on my social feed, my girlfriend was smiling sweetly as she posted an engagement photo with my boss. Even more terrifying, I kicked a corpse on the fourth-floor stairwell. That —Reads—Score—Shelves
- 659 The Woman You Must Never Cross 最不能得罪的女人 Seven years ago, a yellow weasel slipped into my bed in the middle of the night and said it could help me get revenge. I agreed three times. Two bachelors hanged themselves in the village, the tongues of the village shaman’s entire family of four were torn out, and the son of the village chief, whose whole family of eight had been wiped out, went mad. It wasn’t until I got on the bus bound for the county town that I realized none of the passengers had feet. They were all dead people who had “sho —Reads—Score—Shelves
- 660 Terror on a Snowy Night 雪夜惊魂 I’ll never forget that winter night when a blizzard trapped me on the top floor of the seventh floor. The keycard unlocked Room 744 with a beep, and the smell of mold mingled with the cold, stinging my nostrils. The 340,000 yuan in my backpack weighed heavily on my shoulders. I snapped the three deadbolts shut behind me, only to hear a soft click from the aluminum window frame. Have you ever seen a figure hanging upside down outside a seventh-floor window? Its entire face was pressed against the —Reads—Score—Shelves
- 661 No One Escapes 谁也逃不掉 “That haunted building took four of my friends twenty years ago. Now it’s finally come for me.” Trembling, I stood in the bedroom of Li Lisha’s home, watching Wang Yuanyuan smile at me from outside the window. But she had hanged herself twenty years ago... Even more terrifying, I suddenly realized something: back then, the five of us went to the Lotus Haunted House together, and I was the only one who made it out alive... Now a rotting hand is squeezing my neck from behind, and I hear the whispe —Reads—Score—Shelves
- 662 What Happens If You Smoke While Mining? 在下矿时候抽烟会发生什么 Have you ever seen three hundred corpses tumbling in boiling water? I have. On my first night down the mine, I ran into an old miner whose whole body was ice-cold. He shared a cigarette with me, until I felt the bones at his severed wrist. As I ran for my life, the entire tunnel suddenly filled with stones draped in red cloth. A dead person sat atop every stone, their faces peeling away, and they were all pointing me down the same path. At the end, a huge pit held a pool of boiling water, bubbli —Reads—Score—Shelves
- 663 Sacrifice at the Haunted School Festival 诡校祭品 Please follow these rules: 1. Whether it is day or night, do not make eye contact with any teacher you see. If you accidentally do, don't worry. The first time, the teacher will let it slide. 2. The dormitory lights go out at ten. Once they do, do not speak. Go to bed quietly, close the doors and windows, and draw the curtains. There will be nothing outside. If there is, ignore it. 3. Someone will inspect the dorms at night. If you encounter them, close your eyes and pretend to be asleep. You mi —Reads—Score—Shelves
- 664 The Blood-Red Bun Shop 血色包子铺 The buns I sell have already sent two customers to their deaths. And yet my shop is still packed with customers. Just as the police run out of leads in the case, there is a third person who dies after eating one of my buns... 7Reads—Score—Shelves
- 665 Peeping Is a Crime 偷窥有罪 On what seemed like a peaceful night, I, an ordinary shut-in, was unexpectedly swept into a vortex of terror unlike anything I had ever known. Every evening, through my telescope, I watched Li Weiwei, the yoga instructor who lived in the building opposite. It was a secret, thrilling pleasure. But then came that eerie night, and everything was turned upside down. Li Weiwei's graceful figure moved as usual among the pavilions in our residential compound, but the shadow of a woman in red had appear —Reads—Score—Shelves
- 666 Spirit Medium 跳大神 “I watched with my own eyes as an actor performing a spirit-summoning ritual fell to his death onstage. That night, the whole village blocked the guesthouse entrance, sickles in hand. The Qing dynasty ghost said, ‘The foreigners must die,’ but when Anton was unconscious with a high fever, the villagers knelt in the torrential rain and kowtowed to my leg bone.” The heavy rain washed open a mass grave beneath the wasteland, and skeletal hands clutching rusty rifles pierced the earth. The resentful 8Reads—Score—Shelves
- 667 Hiring a Handsome Guy to Guard the House 雇个帅哥来镇宅 [Horror, one heroine] What do you do when you’re nearly broke? With no other options, Shang Yi reluctantly took a night-shift job, and it completely upended his worldview! The elevator, hallways, underground parking garage, bathrooms… Those places were already enough to give him a headache. But what troubled him even more was the attention he got from beautiful women… Strange incidents kept happening in the residential complex, yet the residents went on living there as if nothing were wrong. The 58Reads—Score—Shelves
- 668 Northeastern Folk Taboos 东北民间禁忌 The black soil of the Northeast holds too many stories, and hides too many rules. If you hear someone call your name in the middle of the night, never look back. On New Year’s Eve, if a dumpling wrapper breaks, it’s for the “good brothers” to eat. If you meet a woman in red while walking at night, remember to pull your hat down low... These taboos passed down by the older generation are superstition if you don’t believe in them. But if you break them, they become a ghostly gateway that leads str 1.6kReads—Score103Shelves
- 669 My Days Working at a Funeral Home 我在殡仪馆工作的那些事儿 My name is Ling Yu. I work at a funeral home with Big Fatty. One day, a beautiful corpse wearing Chanel arrived at the funeral home. I stole the Chanel outfit and gave it to my girlfriend. Then a string of sinister things began to happen... Deaths kept piling up, closing in on Big Fatty and me step by step. How can we escape Death's pursuit? 2kReads5.9Score106Shelves
- 670 I Work as a Mortuary Makeup Artist 我在殡仪馆做化妆师 I used to be a stylist on film and television sets. After reality put me through the wringer, I stumbled into a job as a mortuary makeup artist. Every day, I face all kinds of bizarre corpses, and they have shown me another world... 699Reads8.2Score100Shelves
- 671 My Years in the Funeral Business 我干殡葬的那些年 People light candles, ghosts blow out the lamps. The dead return at midnight, corpses rise in funeral halls, and ancient relics lie buried for thousands of years. In my years working in the funeral business, I’ve encountered plenty of strange and uncanny things. The living walk the roads of the living world, and the dead walk the roads of the underworld. But sometimes, not everyone on the underworld’s roads is a ghost, and not everyone on the living world’s roads is human… 51.1kReads9.2Score5.1kShelves
- 672 Strange Tales of the Northeast 东北鬼事异闻 A collection of strange tales about ghosts and supernatural happenings in Northeast China. Some are hearsay, while others are terrifying paranormal events that happened right before the storyteller's eyes. A weasel spirit gaining human form, a fox stealing an elixir, a corpse crushed beneath a millstone... 2.4kReads—Score106Shelves
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The Yin-Yang Mortal World 阴阳尘世
Yin and yang are opposing yet balanced forces, like Heaven and Earth, the sun and moon, darkness and light. At some point, the balance of yin and yang in the mortal world was broken. Strange paranormal phenomena known as “Corruption” spread across the world. To maintain the balance between the yin and yang realms and cleanse the world of “Corruption,” the onmyoji came into being. As Luo Yin, an onmyoji, delves deeper into the paranormal and supernatural incidents plaguing the mortal world, she d
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Crown of Frost and Ash 霜与烬之冠
At her engagement ceremony, the man she loved pushed her into an abyss. Three years later, she returned wearing a silver-frost mask. This time, she would crown his empire with her own hands, then stain that crown red with his blood.
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- 675 The Cursed Coffin 阴棺抬煞 Deep in Bai Street stands a yin-yang coffin shop that never makes coffins and never receives customers. Chen Ye grew up accompanying his grandfather on spirit-walking rites and coffin-bearing, learning all manner of evil spirits. He thought he would spend his life in the peaceful funeral trade, taking payment to guide souls onward and living in safety. Then, in a single night, three coffins arrived at the Ding family’s home, and one bizarre incident after another erupted throughout the househol 1Reads—Score—Shelves
- 676 Breaking Hell: The Celestial Master Returns 破狱：天师归来 After ten years in prison, the day he gets out, he discovers he’s completely out of step with the world. There are no bustling streets or lights in every window. The streets lie abandoned, the cities are dead, and the air reeks of rot and blood. Monsters that are neither human nor ghost roam everywhere: stiff bodies, fangs and claws, and a thirst for blood. The military can’t defeat them, the police can’t hold them back, and human civilization is on the brink of collapse. Even more absurdly, peo 6Reads—Score—Shelves
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Tales and Strange Happenings from the Folk: The Headless Chicken 民间传说异闻录：断头鸡
My name is Wang Shitou. When I was twenty, I cut off my own head beside the lotus pond at the village entrance. Everyone in the village said I was being haunted by the woman who had been beheaded twenty years earlier. Her name was Xiulian. She fled famine to Wangjiayu in 1978, seven months pregnant. My grandmother cut off her head with her own hands and buried her in the mass grave. Grandmother said it was an old custom: use the head of an outsider to buy the whole village twenty years of peace.
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