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Leatherface: The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 3
I sat down on a Tuesday evening, apartment to myself, and a plate full of grilled cheese sandwiches. All that was missing was a good horror movie to watch. Since I was alone, the selection of the movie was 100% up to myself. My fiancee isn't necessarily a fan of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre series. The gore is too over the top, and I'm sure the cannibalism doesn't help. So I slipped the DVD copy of Leatherface that had been gathering metaphorical dust on my shelf and popped it in.
C. SpauldingPublished 2 days ago in Horror
The Witch
I was an incredibly frightenable child. Everything scared me. I don't know if it was because my dad always made us watch The X-Files right before bed every night, or because he also made us watch MASH and I'm not sure which one was worse.
D M AlvarezPublished 2 days ago in HorrorRunning Scared
October 29, 1983: [Michele] “Hey. Whatcha doing for Halloween?” [Barb] “I dunno. Why don’t we drive up to that old cemetery by Sandy’s house?”
Barb DukemanPublished 3 days ago in Horror
Haunted House Hustle
As we get to the colder months and the leaves begin to change there is one holiday that can really take your breath away. I, of course, am talking about Halloween and all the screams that come with it.
Raven DiamondPublished 3 days ago in HorrorBuried Obsession
The wooden boards creaked from a heavy weight as my eyes flickered open. My head pounded while my throat begged for water. A loud hum buzzed in my ear. My long brown hair was matted from the silk pillow below my sweating head. Darkness swallowed me, causing my brain to want to panic. Dried blood coated my broken fingernails.
Brittany MitchellPublished 3 days ago in Horror
"Nightbooks" REVIEW
If you participated in the Summer Fiction Series, you should be able to empathise with the plight of Alex: having been kidnapped by a witch, Alex will only be allowed to live as long as he tells the witch a scary story every night. It's Goosebumps meets One Thousand and One Nights. Or it's a slightly more intense version of the SFS without any cash prizes.
Littlewit PhilipsPublished 4 days ago in Horror
Abigail’s Truth
Halloween series continuing from Un-Traditional Mother's "A Mother's Undying Love" story. https://vocal.media/fiction/a-mother-s-undying-love (read first)
Tiandra, aka theladypoetPublished 4 days ago in HorrorHow to Earn $1,300 Watching Horror Movies This October
Forget pumpkin spice and your Starbucks grande mocha latte whatever's! October is the spookiest month of the year, the month when horror fans live their best lives. We don’t need intrusions of coffee pleasantries! What better way to celebrate the month than by watching scary movies?
A Super Natural Tale
This story was told to me by one of my best ever friends , who we lost to cancer some twelve years back.I am still in touch with his widow , his sons and their families but this happened when we were in our teens.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 4 days ago in Horror
The Countdown
For decades the Doomsday Clock stood as a beacon to humanity; a symbol of our proximity to The End. Years ticked by as the minutes danced forward and back. The Arms Race, Climate Change, and a Pandemic ticking out a rhythm. Mortal hands believed themselves insightful as they tugged the hands to and fro; but they did not know, could not see, that they were dancing her waltz; as she tugged us all closer to the end.
Lucas ChambersPublished 4 days ago in HorrorInto The Woods
Into The Woods by: Robert Rumery It was just another day in the state of Maine. The birds were chirping and it was a nice warm day. The sky had a light blue tint and white fluffy clouds floated by on that azure backdrop. A small town in Maine wasn't always the most fun place to be, especially for a young boy, there wasn't much to do. Adam Jacobson was a 12 year old boy with light brown hair and dark blue eyes. He was wearing a
Robert RumeryPublished 4 days ago in Horror
Serenade of the Void
Inky blackness surrounds me, beneath my feet the cobblestone street is slick with rain; as if the world is weeping with me. A flash of lightning overhead illuminates my face, reflected back at me in the shop window. For the breath of a moment, I see my dirt-caked face; marked with the trails of a dozen eyes crying. Salt laced drips that fall from my chin and gather with the swells that lap at my shoes. My lungs burn as if they are gripped by sun touched hands; aching to exhale…But unable to remember how.
Lucas ChambersPublished 4 days ago in Horror
