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 Thirteenth Turn. Content Warning.
The wind tore at the ornate copper roof of the Beaumont Grand Theater. Snow piled thick against the loading dock doors outside. Inside the main auditorium the temperature had dropped below freezing. Twelve actors huddled in a tight circle on the center stage. The city power grid had failed three hours ago when the blizzard reached its peak. The only light in the massive cavernous room came from a single industrial flashlight resting upright on the dusty floorboards.
By Fathi Jalil4 months ago in Horror
Horror Wears a Policeman Uniform. Content Warning.
July 22, 2011. He arrived on Otoka Island before dawn. He'd been there before, so he was familiar with the environment. He was fast and methodical in his movements. He unloaded the heavy gear first, then the survival bags, and finally, the camo outfits. The hardest part was hiding the boat in the bush. Painfully slow. The wind was too strong that morning, and making a fire next to the tent was essential for warmth. He couldn't wait for the sun's rays to appear and blanket the area with sweet heat. His stopwatch indicated a countdown of 14 hours and 34 minutes to zero. Everything was perfectly timed to go according to plan.
By Rene Volpi 4 months ago in Horror
The Last Lookout. Content Warning.
The fire tower had no business still standing. It leaned over the tree line like an old drunk, its steel legs sunk crooked into the mountain ridge, one staircase hanging loose where winter storms had ripped bolts free. Every local in the nearest town said the same thing when the girls at the gas station mentioned where they were headed:
By Brooke Moran4 months ago in Horror
This Little Piggy. Winner in Stay a While Challenge. Top Story - May 2026.
Tony read from a Wikipedia page on his phone. "Pig Beach is an island populated by feral, swimming pigs." "Sí señor," their bartender said. "They're friendly, too. Tourists go there to swim with the pigs. Just be careful if you're sailing by yourselves. There are hundreds of islands out here. Easy to get lost."
By Tyler Clark4 months ago in Horror
Friendly Fire. Runner-Up in Stay a While Challenge. Top Story - May 2026. Content Warning.
“We’re just gonna wait in here until Viv arrives,” Courtney says, bumping the horn as she turns to face Lilah. Across the empty parking lot, Alice looks at them. Until now, she has been sitting, unmoving, with her hands gripping her steering wheel. Lilah reaches down to grab the small box that fell to the floor.
By Polite Adjacent4 months ago in Horror
Headless and Deadly. Content Warning.
It was the trip of a lifetime, a family vacation to a tropical island, and I could not contain my exictement as I boarded the plane. The travel agent said it was a Pacific Island, and I was more than ready to retreat, and to get some sun, and relaxation time.
By Susan Payton5 months ago in Horror
Beware: Do Not Enter, Fines Will Exceed An Arm And Leg
The hair on his arm bristled as the wind swept through the trees carrying a whispered breath, a warning, on the breeze * No one knows the length one goes, to ensure that no one sees the agony that summons death, from a dead man on his knees Beware the path that leads the way to the cabin in the wood make sure your choice is right because it will be yours for good
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 months ago in Horror
Before We Forgot. Winner in Stay a While Challenge.
Rain tapped against the windshield of Kate’s SUV idling in the parking lot beside the ferry terminal. Beyond them tied to the dock, was a ferry—rust-streaked and name barely legible. It was the only way on or off Aimhreit Island.
By Kelsey Kidder5 months ago in Horror
The Vow. Content Warning.
The coarse woven bamboo mat scratched against the sensitive soles of his bare feet. Elias kept his gaze angled toward the floor, following the introductory retreat pamphlet instructions. Looking up to make eye contact was a severe violation of trust. Speaking a single word was an absolute expulsion offense. For four entire days this remote valley retreat held its thirty isolated participants in a suffocating bubble of complete quiet. They communicated through the accidental rustle of loose linen garments and the soft padding of bare footsteps on polished wooden boards.
By Fathi Jalil5 months ago in Horror
