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Stories in Horror that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Tusk
Tusk is a movie I discovered, along with The Caretaker and Max Fleischer's original Superman cartoons, in a dream. Most of my creative choices, as well as what I intellectually consume, are decided upon because of dreams. If I dream a song, I listen to it as soon as I wake up. If I dream of a movie or a book, I watch the movie or read the book (or some of it that same day). I want to know what the larger mind, the Universal Conscious Awareness, is trying to impart to me as a "message." This is guaranteed to reap dividends.
Review of Poor Things
Did you watch Poor Things? I saw the snippets online and on TV, and the scenes looked sumptuous. Emma Stone is one of my favorite actors.
Andrea CorwinPublished about a month ago in HorrorMetagoth
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.
Addison AlderPublished about a month ago in HorrorBackyard Skulls
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.
Christy MunsonPublished about a month ago in HorrorThe curse
There's blood EVERYWHERE! Where did all this come from? Oh, no!! I see my friend covered by his own gore. One of his arm is missing... It's lying not far from him. The blood is all over him... Wait... It's all over ME! I panick... Now that's a terrifying situation to wake up to.
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 2 months 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 2 months 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 2 months ago in Horror