Stories in Horror that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
A bare bulb, mounted on a post, stands tall, center stage. Its naked light exposes dangers that lurk in the darkest corners, ladders, lighting equipment, paint cans, and props—all the things behind the curtain.
The Right Horror Movie For You.
Horror can seem like a pretty daunting genre to try and get into, especially if you're easily spooked or squeamish. Like many other genres, it can seem pretty one note from the outside with each individual film difficult to put apart from the next but this actually isn't the case.
Write What Terrifies You
I'm starting a new short story today based on the traumatic experience I got out of a year ago. It didn't take much pre-writing for me to know what I was doing. I took one look at the notes and knew it would be good, so I started writing.
Kappa...Alpha...Theta...The giant Greek letters were the forefront of the mansion's stone exterior. Jez stood below them with hopeful eyes. She had been through the wringer the past two weeks of sorority recruitment, an endless blur of early mornings, chanting, spunky girls jumping around, and lots and lots of girl flirting. Jez couldn't remember a time when her cheeks had been so sore from smiling. Her voice was almost gone, she was coming down with a cold, and her feet were killing her from standing for hours, but it had all been worth it. She had made it to the final stage of recruitment, initiation. KAT wanted her, they gave her a bid, all she had to do was play along with whatever their secret ceremony was and she'd be in. This is the start of my college experience, she thought, This is going to be my legacy.
Madame Mirage's Game of Terror or Treasure
“Welcome friend and congratulations. You have been selected to partake in Madame Mirage’s Game of Terror or Treasure. The rules are quite simple. You will enter the portal and seek out a series of challenges. Depending on your wit, courage, and desires, your response to each challenge will secure your fate towards terror or treasure.
It’s midnight again at the Black’n Blue. The novelty of the first few beers was passing. Neon from behind the bar sprays over me, my dilated pupils drink in the colorful, dead light. The headache behind my eyes has already started.
Finish Your Food
I can hear her now as if it were yesterday. Sunday evening was always one of my favorite times when I was growing up. We lived in a small little hick town on the outskirts of Prosperity, Indiana. All the neighbors were family in some way or another, and one of them was my grandmother.
I'll Protect You
I heard the crunch of the browned and crusty snow beneath my feet. It was impure, disgusting, and hardened like this damned world. All the people are the nasty little pieces of salt and dirt that clump together, tainting the virgin snow. Every person is poisoned by every other person. Their imperfections, their ugliness. It's revolting. I didn't think anyone was pure to the insanities this world has created. The grey clouds mocked me, keeping the beauty of the blue sky and the sun hidden from me, as I trudged through the slush, watching the chaos of the hideous people skating on the pond, I could smell the exhaust drifting through the one part of the city that was supposed to be celibate from the touch of man's destruction and pollution. People looked away as they passed me, they wished not to see my judgments of them. A small boy ran down the path knocking his arm into my side. My stack of books fell into the slush. I felt my blood boil and a vile taste formed in my mouth as I crouched down to retrieve my goods. That was when you came up behind me and reached your precious hands into the cold mush on the ground, retrieving my lost treasures. Your long dainty fingers wrapped around the broken spines of my favorite novels, your silky skin, the delectable color of milk freshly squeezed from the udder, intertwined with the cream of the old book pages. I turned my head to look at you. Your long flowing mane blocked your face from me, a curtain of golden sunbeams to hide the masterpiece I was awaiting. You turned your face to me wiping away your hair, a youthful glow of happiness and innocence overwhelmed me. Your eyes were two opalescent sapphires to which not even the Hope Diamond could compare. You smiled, crinkling your lightly freckled Grecian nose. Sweet girl, those are not just freckles though, they are angel kisses, or kisses from one angel to another. "Here." Your voice was a melody playing upon my heart strings. Your hand reached towards me holding the books and I nearly fell back into the nasty snow.
New York City. A city fueled by a world of opportunities and the millions of dreamers, driven by ambition and passion, who dared to take a step into the competitive race, yearning for a chance to be a part of the reason for the city’s famous reputation.
What If... Marvel Characters and Weaponry Were Replaced By Horror Movie Icons?
As I was watching some horror movies, it got me thinking. What would it be like if they made the MCU movies into horror movies?
10 Cursed Objects That Really Exist
People have always have been fascinated by the supernatural and the occult, especially cursed objects. Cursed objects have been the product of a lot of well known films and other forms of literature but that’s all they are, right? Well, there have been dozens upon dozens of cases of objects that have caused serious misfortune including death for a lot of people. Some people like to pass it off as superstition but there is no denying that there may be a sinister force at work. I’m your narrator, Kevin and here are 10 Cursed Objects That Really Exist:
6 Christmas horror films to scare you into the holiday spirit
Every year Christmas comes and goes with the same holiday-themed films getting all the glory while so many less traditional yuletide motion pictures go under-appreciated. Tales like A Christmas Story and A Christmas Carol are all well and good, but sometimes people want to escape all of the cheer and seasonal spirit for some good old fashioned horror.