Horror
Sluvercrum. Top Story - September 2026. Content Warning.
Before we start, I want you to do something for me. I just need you to say out loud, ‘Sluvercrum, you are nothing to me.’ That’s it, pretty simple. You can say it from wherever you are sitting or lying; no need to look in a mirror, unless you want to for dramatic effect.
By Matthew Bathamabout a month ago in Fiction
Vampire Manifestations: The Luminous Liberation of the Virgin Ghosts
All is burning. . . The ear is burning, sounds are burning. . . The nose is burning, odors are burning. . . The tongue is burning, flavors are burning. . . The body is burning, tangibles are burning. . . The mind is burning, ideas are burning . . . -- The Fire Sermon, The Adittapariyaya Sutra
By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayneabout a month ago in Fiction
The Last Night At The Carnival
“I really don’t think we are going to find anything. I doubt the store inside is even open,” Trevor muttered, pulling into the highway rest stop. I rolled my eyes and exchanged a look with Amanda. “Come on, Pete, back me up. This is so stupid. We should just get some beers and go back to the house.”
By Leah Suzanne Deweyabout a month ago in Fiction
All Aboard. Top Story - September 2026.
Factor's words grate on my ears as he read out the next departure time. Their high, almost whining voice like roofing nails dragged across clean steel, sinking into my teeth. In spite of that, I don't dare remove my helmet and its integrated earpiece. I need to know how many elevators are left. I cannot be left behind.
By Alexander McEvoyabout a month ago in Fiction
Last Call
The phone rang again. James refused to answer it. Again. But his resolve was wearing thin. He had tried different strategies. He had sent the first hundred or so calls straight to voicemail, but no voicemails were left. He labeled the number from which they originated as "SPAM," to no avail. Then he read the fine print.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a month ago in Fiction
