slasher
Don't open that door! Psycho made slasher films a hallmark of the horror genre; explore iconic hackers, slashers, and chainsaw-wielding psychopaths, from the safety of your living room.
My Mom wasn't making it up after all. ...
So a while back my Mom lived in this house on Brindley Mountain (Alabama). The landlord to the place was super anal about making sure they did no remodeling or repairs...he wanted NOTHING changed. It was odd to say the least.
By Shamshath Begam3 years ago in Horror
The thing in the window.
Once told me that there was a reason for everything. No matter what happened to me, it was all part of the grand scheme of things. I've only ever heard people say that about bad things, and in my particular case the bad thing was Insomnia. For months I had either not slept or hardly slept at all. I would spend the night lying awake staring at the ceiling. I would fall asleep in the office and lag behind in everything I did. Then, one day, I began to grow comfortable in the dark and solace of the night. One night, I was lying in bed when I heard the door open. Thinking it was my mother or father, I slowly turned to greet them, when I saw Reese stumble and fall through the door. His clothing was ragged, and his face was cut and bleeding. I quickly got out of bed and rushed over to him, helping him off of the ground and into my bed. He was badly injured, sputtering through blood as he tried to speak. He grabbed my collar and pulled me close, spite of blood cascading onto my face with every word. "You need to wake up." My eyes suddenly jolted open, my world spinning. I was no longer in my bedroom, but in the middle of the woods in the dark. In front of me was Reese, bleeding, propped up against a tree. In my hand was a knife, slowly dripping and glistening in the moonlight. I felt the cold breath on the back of my neck and turned around. The shadow touched my shoulder, turning me back around.
By Shamshath Begam3 years ago in Horror
Metagoth. Top Story - March 2024. Content Warning.
This is the opening chapter of my outrageous splatterpunk novelette METAGOTH, now available from Godless and Amazon. Rosa pinioned her hands against the cubicle as her bowels jetted a red-brown soup into the porcelain. Her stage fright always started in the gut, though Rosa would never have admitted that's what it was. And it never got easier. The tension of stepping out in front of a crowd of unimpressed, unenthusiastic punters caused her gastric contortions she was unable to contain. Fortunately, the smell of some agoraphobic chemist's notion of a pine forest covered up her own colonic aromas.
By Addison Alder3 years ago in Horror
Backyard Skulls. Top Story - March 2024. Content Warning.
February 2007 His blade slices through the fleshy parts with ease. It’s graceful, disgusting but graceful. How he holds that carved handle with equal parts purpose and delicacy, as if he’s painting a rummage sale art piece to hang over a fireplace.
By Christy Munson3 years ago in Horror
A Close Encounter
A teenage girl comes home from school. Her parents were at work and her siblings had soccer practice. She was alone in her house and she figured it would be cool. She goes up to her bedroom and sees a note on her bed. She picks it up and it reads There is someone in the house.
By Shamshath Begam3 years ago in Horror
Billy Gumballs
"Markie banged on the door, his eyes beginning to tear up as he called for help. He had gone into the equipment shed looking for answers, and what he had found scared him nearly to death. As he banged on the door, he could hear the creature pulling itself free of the wall behind him. The massive paws came to rest on the ground, the claws clittered on the pavement, and he could almost feel the rumble as the beast came for him."
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
The Horror of Raven's Hollow. Content Warning.
Raven's Hollow was a forgotten village in the Appalachian Mountains, tucked deep within a dense forest. It had been abandoned decades before after a series of strange disappearances, and its decaying buildings were cloaked in an eerie silence. But among the murmurs of the wind and the rustle of leaves, there lingered a gloom that refused to go away.
By Jonathan Rose3 years ago in Horror
Exploring the Psychology of Fear: Why Do We Love Horror?
The human fascination with horror has been a longstanding phenomenon, deeply ingrained in our cultural history. From ancient folklore to modern cinema, the allure of fear has captivated audiences across the globe. But what exactly drives this fascination? Why do we willingly subject ourselves to terrifying experiences that evoke feelings of dread and unease? In this article, we delve into the psychology of fear to unravel the mysteries behind our love for horror.
By BLESSING COOL 3 years ago in Horror
