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 ?What is Fear Gates

 Fear Gates is the blog where you can find all kinds of horror stories, Real and fiction, and also an important information from history and documented stories.

What is the difference between Fear gates and other horror blogs or sites?

The content we give is an Arabic culture horror perspective wrote in English for the world. The stories we are introduce to you whether real or fiction is explained by Arabic Heritage books and people that dedicated their lives to explain the paranormal activities and the phenomena of Jinn.

Categories... 

Long stories: Stories contains a lot of details and events. 

Short stories: stories with few details and events. (mostly real stories)

Happened in real life: Real stories wrote as it was told without any change.

Inspired by true events: Made up stories with a real life events.

 Secrets: Information about places or people or games, and explanations about some events, not stories and not fake, this information are documented or have witnesses.

Fear Gates series: A series made by the admin of the blog. Some episodes are inspired by true events.

Who are we?

My name is Abdo I'm the admin of the blog, I have some friends collecting stories with me and helping to give you the best horror experience.

 

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