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One to See, One to Speak, One to Listen
Contains gore and horror some readers may find disturbing. Rated 14+ Author's Intro: This story is meant to revive the Gothic literature so famously crafted by one of my favourite writer's, Edgar Allen Poe, and as such, the language and style is deliberately antiquated. Thank you for reading my all time favourite work of horror - Les
Call Me LesPublished 2 years ago in HorrorCreeps
Climbing from her apartment window onto the rusty fire escape, she carefully avoided the sharp bits she had snagged herself on before. Up a few more ladders and landings, she finally ascended to the rooftop. Laying on her back, she peered up at the stars that began appearing in the night sky. She had done this since she was a girl. Long ago, it became too dangerous to travel on the ground, significantly as night fell. However, from this particular vantage point, the world looked the same as before the reckoning, except for the decrease of smog. She felt like she could reach up and touch the twinkling lights above her and swirl them around her fingers like diamond rings.
S.N. EvansPublished 10 days ago in HorrorThe Black Pillow
He called his friend to tell him he was visiting and would be staying in an excellent hotel. Every TripAdvisor review was five-star, so he was looking forward to coming.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 9 days ago in HorrorCrash Go the Poltergeists
"There's nothing in the dark that isn't there when the light is on." Rod Serling, 'The Twilight Zone" (1962) To read my other article on poltergeists, click here: "Poltergeists I Have Known". To read my article on sleep paralysis, click here: "Night Hag: Cursed by the Dream Demon." To read my article on EVPs and Ghost Boxes, cleck here: "Dead Man Calling: On Receiving Paranormal Phone Messages" To read my article "The Exile", click here (video posted below): "The Exile: A History With the Hooded Man."
The Tree of Blood
Aldo was proud of his yellow rose bush. His critical eye focused on the individual branches: most of them had between 5 and 7 buds, one branch had only one, and another had none at all. In this way, the bush was unbalanced to the left and had to be corrected. He was ready to cut the guilty branches, when, lowering his gaze, he noticed the trickle of water reaching the base of the bush.
The Little Dreamer
The little dreamer rested with one arm tucked around his Teddy and the other tightly gripping his Blanky, his gentle brow as soothing as a soft kiss upon the cheek. The sun shown brightly in his untroubled dreams, the grass beneath his running feet soft and green, his little dog leaping happily beside him.
Can You Imagine?
The sound of small clawed feet as they skittered across the wood floor below my bed echoed through my dark bedroom. I sat straight up in alarm. “Did you hear that?” I asked my husband as I gave him a shake, while he laid along side me.
Donna Fox (HKB)Published 26 days ago in HorrorDirty Little Bird
I wouldn’t say I was a bad wife. I cooked, I cleaned, I picked up after him just like all good southern belles should be doing.
Kelly SibleyPublished 29 days ago in HorrorThe Wedding
Margaret Anderson wrung the white dress over the sink, desperately attempting to remove the bloodstain. It had been her grandmother's and her mother's, and then hers, lace enveloping the body to showcase feminine beauty, tailored to perfection.
Kendrick PorterPublished about a month ago in HorrorDarkwood Manor
Author's Note: This story was originally written and submitted for the NYC Midnight Short Story Challenge 2024. The genre/subject/character assignments were horror/a reservation/a banker.
Alyssa NicolePublished 2 months ago in HorrorLegends of Sandwood Bay in Scotland
Way up on the rugged northwest coast of the Scottish Highlands is Sandwood Bay, a remote beach reached by a 4-mile (about 6.5 km) journey on foot. There are some strange stories from the area that haven't become widespread enough for most people to know of. For those with an appetite for dark intrigue—and I know you're one of them—Sandwood Bay is more than just a beach; it's where nature's beauty intersects with eerie legends of phantom mariners, mysterious lights, imposing mermaids, and ancient shipwrecks.
J.A. HernandezPublished 2 months ago in HorrorOlalla
"Olalla" was published the same year (1885) that Robert Louis Stevenson conceived of the immortal Jekyll and Hyde, and it reflects his obsessions with the grim side, the gothic side of life, which must have infused the nightmares that inspired both of these stories. Hyde is a tale of a primitive demon lurking within the most placid and intellectually mild of human beings, exteriorizing in a way that is visceral and real--a lurking "killing machine" that questions whether or not the "enemy within" (as it was so denoted in an old episode of "Star Trek," wherein Kirk is split "in two" by the transporter, coming out in both a sputtering, vacillating, and cowardly form, and a hyper-aggressive bestial one) can ever be truly subsumed; after all, the "beast within" assured survival of an ever-evolving sentient ape, goading it into besting its competitors for mastery of the world. Man, the Animal, reigns ascendant, making way for Man the Thinker, Man the Rationalist; who still, unaccountably, kills his brother and his brother's children out of sheer barbarous stupidity and greed. C'est la vie.