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Oneirodynia
“And you’ve had the same nightmare for eight years now?!” “No, not really. The theme of my nightmares had always been the same, but the gruesomeness of it increased over the years,” explained Haydari.
Dharrsheena Raja SegarranPublished 3 days ago in Horror An Adventure Through Hell
Emaciated arms covered by the tiniest bit of flesh capture me, holding me close to its decaying form. Gnarled and thin fingers pull my dark hair. Screams of anguish surround me, somehow reverberating from the empty chasm. I punch and watch as bits of grey flesh disintegrate into dust. Scratching at the caverns where its eyes should have been, I could only hope for an end to this hell. The sounds of torment continued, assaulting my ears with one tremendous roar.
Isabella RosePublished 3 days ago in HorrorTwisting Through the Doorways
A grand bronze-coloured staircase leads nowhere. It is adorned in dim and sensual lights, the golden glimmer of the chandelier adding elegance and richness to the room. This is the biggest room in the unknown home. A house made of multi-sized doors leading to multi-dimensional rooms. Some exist in daylight, some exist sideways against child-like postered walls.
Oneg In The ArcticPublished 5 days ago in HorrorThe Blank Space
I woke up screaming, and my pillow was sopping with tears. It happened again. A horrible, terrifying nightmare, that faded as soon as my eyes opened.
Meredith HarmonPublished 5 days ago in HorrorShadow Men
"Daddy, do you get scared?" Gently tucking the superman blanket around my son, I look him in the eyes. "Why do you ask?"
Recurrent
How did it start? I was sleepwalking again, a typical night for me. I somehow managed not to awaken my wife this time and left the house. I didn't even get myself dressed; I just wore my boxers. At some point on my impromptu hike, I became somewhat lucid, at the very least, aware of my surroundings. It was dark, but I could tell I was in the forest. The path was thin, barely trodden. There were parts where I had to blaze a fresh new trail, yet somehow, I knew exactly where I was going. I didn't feel the cool air on my bare chest or the hard, unyielding earth on my shoeless feet. Something pulled me along, past the bowing limbs and through the brambles. The trees were so thick in some parts I was nearly crawling on all fours to get by, yet I persevered.
Stranger things than fear
I look in the mirror and my reflection is smiling back at me, with a sinister smile. The image of myself licks my lips but I did not.
Natasha CollazoPublished 16 days ago in HorrorAt the Sheltering Doors
The doors, they always scrambled for the doors first. When they arrive and always by night it was a race to desperately bar the creatures entry to the house in the slow crawl of numb feet that the dream would impose upon him. He never seemed fast enough and the creatures uninhibited by the same constraints always made the doors first. The houses in his dream-scapes vary night to night - Some are mansions, others shacks and some are distorted contortions of his childhood home which burned down when he was ten. But the doors are always the same – frail, loose hinged and never could be fully shut. The creatures too vary – twisted and corrupted forms of animals and people familiar to him: family dogs preternaturally swollen to twice their size with rotting coats of mange and slicked damp with dark liquids of decay. The people too were bloated vestiges of ones vaguely familiar to him but whose names escape him. Their eyes gorged wide with dark blood which streaked their mottled faces in crusted trails like lost rivers which hung from their chins swinging in ropy columns beneath paling yellowed teeth. To let them break through would mean death. This he knew with grave certainty. At the door was desperation and panic as their stench emanated forth, sickly and pungent like vomit and mold and ending in a gruesome exhalation like cancer, the stench sticky and clinging invading his nostrils and lungs never to be expunged. Then in the sudden waking he never knew if he repelled them or not.
Kevin RollyPublished 20 days ago in HorrorThe Dreamer
“I hope you can help me understand why I keep having this reoccurring dream, Doctor. It’s become an obsession, dominating much of my life, and I’m sick of it. It feels as though the only way to end the dream is to die.”
Mark GagnonPublished 21 days ago in HorrorMovie Review: 'I Saw the TV Glow' Starring Justice Smith
I Saw the TV Glow (2024) Directed by Jane Schoenbrun Written by Jane Schoenbrun Starring Justice Smith, Brigette Lundy-Paine, Ian Foreman, Helena Howard, Fred Durst, Danielle Deadwyler
Sean PatrickPublished 28 days ago in HorrorTusk
Tusk is a movie I discovered, along with The Caretaker and Max Fleischer's original Superman cartoons, in a dream. Most of my creative choices, as well as what I intellectually consume, are decided upon because of dreams. If I dream a song, I listen to it as soon as I wake up. If I dream of a movie or a book, I watch the movie or read the book (or some of it that same day). I want to know what the larger mind, the Universal Conscious Awareness, is trying to impart to me as a "message." This is guaranteed to reap dividends.
Review of Poor Things
Did you watch Poor Things? I saw the snippets online and on TV, and the scenes looked sumptuous. Emma Stone is one of my favorite actors.
Andrea CorwinPublished 3 months ago in Horror