Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Horror.
When the Clerk Came to Work
A PRISON GHOST STORY “It really happened, Taylor,” Kellogg said. He sat behind his desk in the Facility Three Yard program office of the Richard J. Donovan Correctional Facility. He wore the bravo class uniform of a correctional sergeant, khaki shirt with three stripes on each arm, depicting his rank, and a black uniform ball cap to cover his brown, thinning hair. I sat across from him, leaning back in a chair, one booted foot on the desk. “I don’t expect you to believe me, but I was there. I saw him with my own eyes.” It was first watch, the graveyard shift. The inmates were locked up for the night, and the prison was staffed by a skeleton crew. What better time was there to tell ghost stories? Prisons are replete with tales of supernatural apparitions, purported to be the spirits of murdered inmates, or officers who spend their lives after death eternally haunting the halls of their former places of employment.
Ricky TaylorPublished 3 years ago in HorrorJasmine ~the haunted doll~
Finally bedtime! I tucked my son in then I went into my daughter room tucked her in with her special doll Jasmine followed by a bedtime story as they drifted off to sleep. After a long day around the house I was so relieved to relax in the bed with my husband, and sip on a fine glass of wine while watching a good oh horror movie,
Angel _disguisePublished 3 years ago in HorrorRoyal Blood
Arms crossed over his chest, Raven´s eyes flutter open as the sound of breathing and footsteps fills his ears. He can hear a loud heartbeat, and the breathing is heavy. The heart beats quickly in a small chest cavity. The scent of her is really what gives her identity away and helps him to regain control over his hunting instincts. He jumps into a crouching position and leaps toward the entrance not unlike a panther prowling in the night. He lurks in the shadows, waiting for her to enter his lair.
Monique RowanPublished 3 years ago in HorrorMountain Eyes
They were standin’ in the woods watchin’ me whilst I was chewing on a piece of old jerked deer meat. I saw the eyes glowing from the light of the fire that was blazing near the tents. Before I saw the eyes glowing, I knew they was there cause I could just feel em watching me. Ya know how a person can just feel when something ain’t right but ya can’t really figure out what it is that’s wrong? Well, that’s how I was feeling before I seen the eyes watching me through the woods. It was just a feeling I couldn’t seem ta shake all day long and now that it was pitch black outside, well, there wasn’t no getting away from it.
Angela CaitoPublished 3 years ago in HorrorThe Ruler of Cruelty
I know I'd been walking for a while, but my memory was a little hazy, as though I'd been drugged. The floor was slick with the blood and puss that puddled across the fleshy floor. As I walked I came to realize something which disturbed me, the stalagmites were made of mounded up bodies, dropped carelessly into a hill. My hands were bound as were the hands and ankles of my parents, all three of them. We were being pulled along a seemingly endless hallway which seems to lead to nowhere, and as soon as I thought it, we've arrived in a large room lit by several fire torches.
L.D. MalachitePublished 3 years ago in HorrorIf He Only Knew
He sat and stared at the blank screen as he waited on it to illuminate with that glorious screen that he loved so much. Slambook. The social media site that allowed him to become something of a warrior against sin. A man that could sway sinners to argue to the point that they would have to know their souls would be condemned to hell for all eternity. Yes, good old Steve, he was working for the Devil and he didn’t even know it.
Angela CaitoPublished 3 years ago in HorrorMovie Review: 'Curse of Aurore' Beats the Found Footage Curse
Found footage horror is the sub-genre that will not die. Despite the repeated and tiresome tropes and the sameness of the look of found footage, filmmakers continue to return to this well worn subset of the horror genre. The reason for this is obvious, it’s a way to make a movie cheap and fast. This doesn’t mean a found footage movie can’t be good, but the challenge grows to make a found footage movie that isn’t like every other found footage horror film.
Sean PatrickPublished 3 years ago in HorrorProtocol
The unquiet that the office seemed permanently possessed by was so unsettling that periodically Sam had to disconnect her keyboard and hit the keys excessively loudly and rapidly to fill the air. This, of course, raised the ire of her colleagues, but since they were all conscientious and fastidious, they never took the time to make a formal complaint as it would be an excessive waste of time. She was especially fortunate for the military was no play for joy or personalities and was far more apt to terminate, or so she imagined, than reprimand. She lazily tapped the power button on her computer, whose symbol had long since worn off giving the blank black square an alluring sense of mystery immensely more intriguing than Sam herself, a fact which she begrudgingly had to acknowledge every time she performed her duty. The old yellowed monitor hummed and displayed the company logo, followed by the governmental regulations about spilling national security secrets. In fact, secrecy was so imperative that the divison was only ever referred to as “Logistics” and every soldier was given a random first name and stripped of their last. Sam regretted this policy as she preferred a glamorous name like Betty or Kate, but got the incredibly androgynous ‘Sam’. She lifted the phone receiver and typed in the usual extension, which never rings and never answers, and moments later the horrible suction noise indicated that her days task was in the Vac-U-Tube. She struggled to free the door from its clasp until it finally gave in with a clunk and squealed horrible as it slowly swung open. She grabbed the incredibly cheap feeling, and looking, official paper and resealed the door.
Jared PanchukPublished 3 years ago in HorrorMovie Review: 'I Blame Society'
I Blame Society is an absolute, start to finish, blast. This insanely dark comedy about a documentary filmmaker plumbing the depths of her psychosis is a thrill ride of rising stakes and rising insanity. Written and directed by Gillian Horvat, I Blame Society is bold, unique and shockingly original. Imagine the movie May but made by a female Christopher Guest character and you have a sense of what I Blame Society is like.
Sean PatrickPublished 3 years ago in HorrorIf Walls could Talk
The year is 1984, Ashley, a young curious, courageous and independent 15 yr old girl lives in a rundown section of the city with her mom and two younger brothers. Her family doesn’t have much, but they have each other.
Julian FosterPublished 3 years ago in HorrorSize Doesn't Matter
The Little People Legends of little people have been heard from all around the world and in many cultures. Many of the Legends are from Native American tribes. Today we are going to focus on the Passamaquoddy Indians legend. The Passamaquoddy Indians mainly resided in two primary areas. One was Indian Township in Princeton and the other was Pleasant Point Reservation in Perry. The Passamaquoddy Indians also lived across the border in Canada.
The Psychology of The Haunting of Hill House
It's rare for a novel to genuinely earn the term “psychological horror.” Haunted house stories, along many others in the horror genre, tend to rely on our more primal responses to make an impression. Vampires, serial killers, and demonic spirits can be used effectively to disturb us, but rarely do creatures like these confront a person's identity, persona, and insecurities so palpably. With Shirley Jackson's novel, however, these are the essential elements at play. Through the delicate language used to express her characters' thoughts and feelings, built up with layers of personal experiences exacerbated by inexplicable forces, we're given a story that turns out the psyches of those characters for us to feel, empathize with, and above all, to share in their terror.
Sanya WalmaPublished 3 years ago in Horror