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.

The Shadow . Content Warning.
The silence after danger was the cruelest part. Mara had expected relief. Expected the moment after the arrest to feel like breathing after being held underwater.
By Amber6 months ago in Horror
The Shadow. Content Warning.
The first thing Gabriel felt was not fear. It was absence. Not the agents flooding the basement with weapons drawn and voices sharp enough to splinter the air.
By Amber6 months ago in Horror
The Shadow. Content Warning.
The lie had to feel like love. That was the part Mara understood now. It couldn’t be perfect. Perfection would make him suspicious.
By Amber6 months ago in Horror
The Shadow. Content Warning.
Dinner tasted like ash. Mara smiled anyway. Across the table, Gabriel moved with the same quiet elegance she had once found comforting. He plated the pasta with care, poured the wine with a practiced hand, and looked at her as if she were the only person in the world.
By Amber6 months ago in Horror
The Shadow. Content Warning.
Mara did not sleep. Gabriel did. Or at least, he appeared to. He lay beside her in the darkness, one arm draped loosely across his chest, breathing slow and even, the rise and fall of his body so calm it almost made her question everything she had seen.
By Amber6 months ago in Horror
The Shadow. Content Warning.
Mara did not scream. The instinct rose, sharp and primal, but she forced it down before it could reach her throat. Gabriel stood in the doorway, backlit by the low amber glow from the hallway, his expression unreadable for the briefest moment before it softened into something gentle.
By Amber6 months ago in Horror
The Shadow. Content Warning.
Love, Mara had learned, did not arrive all at once. It seeped in. Through laughter shared over burnt toast and over-steeped tea.
By Amber6 months ago in Horror
The Shadow. Content Warning.
By morning, the city had already started forgetting. That was one of the things Gabriel loved most about it. Cities consumed horror the way oceans swallowed blood… quickly, quietly, with no visible trace by daylight. By sunrise, the alley behind the river walk was cordoned off with yellow tape and half a dozen police cruisers, their lights flashing against rain-dark brick. Reporters would arrive by noon. By evening, the story would be everywhere.
By Amber6 months ago in Horror
The Shadow. Content Warning.
The urge always returned at night. It did not knock. It did not whisper. It arrived like a tide beneath the skin… cold at first, then rising, swelling, pressing against bone until every nerve in his body hummed with it.
By Amber6 months ago in Horror
The Shadow. Content Warning.
He chose the bookstore because it suited the kind of woman she was. Not the large commercial store six blocks over with bright promotional signs in the windows and stacks of glossy bestsellers near the register. Mara would never have gone there unless she needed something specific. She preferred quieter places. Smaller ones. Rooms that felt curated rather than sold.
By Amber6 months ago in Horror
The Shadow. Content Warning.
The city was never truly quiet. Even at midnight, it breathed. Rain tapped softly against the windows of the apartment across the street, turning the glass into a shimmering veil of silver and shadow. Headlights crawled along the wet pavement below, reflections stretching and breaking like fractured memories. Somewhere in the distance, a siren wailed, then faded into the night.
By Amber6 months ago in Horror
Strangers
"I think we were supposed to turn back there." Samira fussed, tapping her phone screen again. As if the reception was a goldfish that could be startled back into activity. "Nah, we're supposed to take a left at Old Jackson Mill road, remember? I saw it on the list of directions before we lost signal." Josh did his best to reassure her. Something about being on vacation never failed to rob his wife of her ability to relax. "I'm just worried we won't get to check in on time. What if they tell us we can't stay there anymore because we're late?"
By Daniel Bradbury6 months ago in Horror