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Stories in Horror that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.

Crash Go the Poltergeists
"There's nothing in the dark that isn't there when the light is on." Rod Serling, 'The Twilight Zone" (1962) To read my other article on poltergeists, click here: "Poltergeists I Have Known". To read my article on sleep paralysis, click here: "Night Hag: Cursed by the Dream Demon." To read my article on EVPs and Ghost Boxes, cleck here: "Dead Man Calling: On Receiving Paranormal Phone Messages" To read my article "The Exile", click here (video posted below): "The Exile: A History With the Hooded Man."
By Tom Baker2 years ago in Horror
The Little Dreamer
The little dreamer rested with one arm tucked around his Teddy and the other tightly gripping his Blanky, his gentle brow as soothing as a soft kiss upon the cheek. The sun shown brightly in his untroubled dreams, the grass beneath his running feet soft and green, his little dog leaping happily beside him.
By John Cox2 years ago in Horror
Darkwood Manor
Author's Note: This story was originally written and submitted for the NYC Midnight Short Story Challenge 2024. The genre/subject/character assignments were horror/a reservation/a banker.
By Alyssa Musso2 years ago in Horror
Legends of Sandwood Bay in Scotland
Way up on the rugged northwest coast of the Scottish Highlands is Sandwood Bay, a remote beach reached by a 4-mile (about 6.5 km) journey on foot. There are some strange stories from the area that haven't become widespread enough for most people to know of. For those with an appetite for dark intrigue—and I know you're one of them—Sandwood Bay is more than just a beach; it's where nature's beauty intersects with eerie legends of phantom mariners, mysterious lights, imposing mermaids, and ancient shipwrecks.
By J.A. Hernandez2 years ago in Horror
Olalla
"Olalla" was published the same year (1885) that Robert Louis Stevenson conceived of the immortal Jekyll and Hyde, and it reflects his obsessions with the grim side, the gothic side of life, which must have infused the nightmares that inspired both of these stories. Hyde is a tale of a primitive demon lurking within the most placid and intellectually mild of human beings, exteriorizing in a way that is visceral and real--a lurking "killing machine" that questions whether or not the "enemy within" (as it was so denoted in an old episode of "Star Trek," wherein Kirk is split "in two" by the transporter, coming out in both a sputtering, vacillating, and cowardly form, and a hyper-aggressive bestial one) can ever be truly subsumed; after all, the "beast within" assured survival of an ever-evolving sentient ape, goading it into besting its competitors for mastery of the world. Man, the Animal, reigns ascendant, making way for Man the Thinker, Man the Rationalist; who still, unaccountably, kills his brother and his brother's children out of sheer barbarous stupidity and greed. C'est la vie.
By Tom Baker2 years ago in Horror
The Ghostwriter. Content Warning.
Keep typing. The constant clicking and clacking of the keyboard echoed throughout the room. It was the only noise to reach her eardrums—the only noise that she had heard for days, for weeks…had it been months already? Years?
By Stephanie Hoogstad2 years ago in Horror
The Widow's Call
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. Percy obscured the foreground, followed by Donaghue, and finally myself in the rear. We rocked in the belly of a merchant vessel bound for the Royal coast; the mirror was the first piece of cargo stumbled upon in our pursuit of transport treasure.
By Zack Graham3 years ago in Horror
Éclaircissement. Content Warning.
“You’ve made it, Linus. You’re safe. Open your eyes slowly. Slowly. There’s no reason to be afraid.” Linus knew the voice was addressing him. It was powerful but extremely gentle and soothing at the same time. His mind began racing. Why was he conscious? Did he not die? He made sure it was foolproof this time.
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarran2 years ago in Horror
The Trigger
My parents, Marcus and Elly sat in the police station for hours. They answered questions, showed texts and calls. They had wallet pictures and missing posters on hand. They were frantic. I wasn't there, I was at home of course. But I saw them when they left.
By Christina Nelson about a year ago in Horror
The Transforming
Everybody was turning, one by one. The masses were scared. The town folk could be seen going into the town's Reverence Hall, clutching their soul spheres in their shaking hands. I followed them in, curious. I ignored the screaming around me, the confusion, as everybody swarmed like hornets being stirred up.
By Mariam Naeem5 years ago in Horror
Candle Lit
Candlelight is elegantly flattering. The delicate dance of a solitary flame rising upwards, outwards... inwards. It is a honey that can reach into any darkness, sweetening it, softening it, enlivening it, warming the macabre and cold callouses left by life.
By Caroline Jane2 years ago in Horror
I'll Play With You
You’ll blame the dog when I kill you. I don’t blame you. After all, look at my face. You used to think I was beautiful, but now? Some of my face is missing, the plastic pieces soon to pass through his digestive system and end up baking with the pile of shit he leaves in your neighbors front lawn. The remaining cracked bits make me look like a puzzle made from a photo of Leatherface. My hair, once dark and lustrous, is nearly gone now, torn from the delicate holes my maker painstakingly crafted with her hands.
By Kenny Penn2 years ago in Horror