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Margaret Anderson wrung the white dress over the sink, desperately attempting to remove the bloodstain. It had been her grandmother's and her mother's, and then hers, lace enveloping the body to showcase feminine beauty, tailored to perfection.
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.
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.
"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.
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?
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.
“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.
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.
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The Haunting of Willow Lake Manor
Deep in the heart of the forest, nestled among towering pines, lies Willow Lake Manor—a grand mansion with a dark history. Abandoned for decades, its crumbling façade hides the chilling secrets of its past.
Why can't I move
I find myself in an unfamiliar room lit by soft, yellow night-lights. It's dark otherwise. I'm not sure what time it is and honestly I can't fully remember why I'm here, all I know is I'm awake but should definitely be asleep. I assume to myself I'm house sitting for a friend or relative, not unusual for me, and sit myself down on the couch in the middle of the living room. My eyes aren't heavy, my thoughts are always too loud for me to sleep. The usual trick for distracting my brain long enough to finally drift off is watching videos on my phone, so I pull it out and assume the routine of scrolling.
Reed Alexander's Horror Review of 'No One Will Save You' (2023)
You know what was super neat about this movie? It takes place in modern times. It's hard to tell at first but then you see the main character has a flat-screen TV and a c.a. 2010's Subaru. But for the most part, the setting is pretty old fashioned. Rotary phone, old appliances, c.a. 70's garments; the kind of thing that gives the movie a retro feel. It's kinda like It Follows (2014), how the setting is 70's but they have modern things like cellphones. It actually gives the movie a feel kinda like Pearl (2022). It feels very Pleasant Valley Sunday. Like a 1950's sitcom, not a horror movie. The setting gives it sorta a zany vibe. It really makes the atmosphere tangible and interesting. It also gives the movie a much more creepy feel than it might have in a modern setting like Dark Skies (2013). Old stuff is just creepy and it really helps the atmosphere.
Ten-year-old Lily clutched her stuffed bunny,
Ten-year-old Lily clutched her stuffed bunny, its button eyes staring blankly back at her in the oppressive darkness. Every creak of the old house sounded like a monster's footfall, every gust of wind an approaching breath. She was alone. Her parents, doctors both, had been called to the hospital for an emergency, leaving her with a fridge full of healthy snacks and a mountain of terror. Boredom had been her initial foe, vanquished by an hour of cartoons. But with the sun gone, shadows stretched like grasping claws, and imagination painted the familiar living room with unseen horrors. Each floorboard groan became a tortured whisper, the rhythmic drip from the bathroom faucet a chilling heartbeat. Lily sought refuge in her fort, a blanket-draped haven on the living room floor. Inside, the bunny felt less lonely, but the prickling unease remained. It started with a distant tapping, faint against the wind. At first, she dismissed it as the branches of the old oak scraping against the window. But the tapping grew more insistent, a methodical rhythm that gnawed at her nerves. She peeked out cautiously, the bunny clutched to her chest. Nothing. Except... the back door, slightly ajar. Her heart hammered against her ribs. It had been locked when she last checked. A cold dread filled her stomach, heavy and metallic. Had she forgotten? No, impossible. Panic gnawed at her. Something was inside. Lily froze, fear paralyzing her. Should she call her parents? The phone was on the kitchen counter, far away and impossibly loud in the quiet house. What if "it" heard her? The tapping started again, closer this time, accompanied by a low, guttural moan. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision. Thinking fast, she grabbed a flashlight from her drawer, its meager beam a beacon of hope in the encroaching darkness. Creeping on tiptoe, she inched towards the kitchen, her breath shallow and erratic. The tapping led her down the hallway, past her parents' closed bedroom door, the silence inside even more unsettling than the tapping. The kitchen was bathed in an eerie blue light filtering through the window. The back door creaked open further, the tapping replaced by a raspy scraping sound. Lily gripped the flashlight tighter, her knuckles white. Taking a deep breath, she pointed the beam at the door. A pair of glowing eyes met hers. Red. Malevolent. A low growl rumbled from the creature's throat, sending shivers down her spine. It was no burglar, no animal. This was something else, something monstrous. Panic threatened to consume her, but a wave of anger, hot and unexpected, surged through her. This was her house, her haven. This thing wouldn't win. Taking another shaky breath, Lily aimed the flashlight directly at the eyes and yelled, "Go away!" Her voice, small and trembling, echoed in the silence. The creature recoiled, the red eyes blinking in the sudden brightness. In the brief respite, Lily saw its form – hunched, skeletal, with fur the color of ash. It snarled, a sound that tore at her eardrums, but didn't advance. Heart pounding, Lily remembered her dad's words about facing fears. She raised the flashlight higher, voice gaining strength, "This is my house! Get out!" The creature hesitated, its form flickering in the light. With a final guttural growl, it retreated back through the open door, disappearing into the night. The tapping ceased, replaced by an unsettling silence. Lily stood there, shaking, the flashlight beam trembling in her hand. It was gone. She had done it. A sob escaped her lips, relief washing over her like a tidal wave. She collapsed onto the kitchen floor, tears streaming down her face, the bunny clutched to her chest. The rest of the night was a blur. She curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, the faint light of the TV casting flickering shadows on the wall. Every sound made her jump, but the fear was tinged with a newfound pride. She had faced her terror and won. When her parents finally arrived, their faces etched with worry, they found her asleep, the bunny clutched in her hand, a faint smile playing on her lips. They rushed to her side, showering her with hugs and apologies. But Lily just held up the flashlight, its beam pointed towards the back door. Her dad, a man who had seen countless medical horrors, went pale. He understood. The smile on Lily's face wasn't just from relief, but from a newfound strength, a knowledge that she could face anything, even the monsters that lurk in the dark. The house might have been quiet that night, but within its walls, a different kind of courage had bloomed, a courage born from fear and a flashlight, a courage that would stay with Lily long after the
Something which is "nothing"
In the small, secluded town of Willow Creek, nestled deep within the dense forest of towering pines, there stood an old, decrepit mansion known as Blackwood Manor. Legends whispered through the town of the eerie occurrences that haunted its halls, and locals spoke in hushed tones about the strange disappearances that had plagued the mansion's history. Yet, despite the warnings and the foreboding atmosphere, a group of adventurous teenagers dared each other to spend the night within its sinister walls.
The Haunting Alarm
In the heart of a serene suburban neighborhood, where trees whispered secrets and shadows danced under the moonlight, stood a house veiled in tragedy. Once a sanctuary of laughter and warmth, it now harbored echoes of a past steeped in sorrow and loss.
The air was thick with an ominous stillness as Emily drove down the desolate country road. The darkness of the night enveloped her like a suffocating cloak, the only illumination coming from the dim headlights of her old sedan. She glanced nervously at the fuel gauge, praying that she would reach the next town before her gas ran out.
Shadows of Blackthorn Manor
In the small town of Ravenscroft, nestled between dense forests and overlooked by ancient, towering cliffs, a chilling tale unfolded that left the townsfolk trembling in fear. The town had always been steeped in superstitions, with whispered legends of malevolent spirits and dark rituals that had been passed down through generations.
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