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Stories in Horror that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
The Other Side of the Mountain
The deep airy whistle echoes in my ears, haunting and heartbreaking. Keening like a banshee, its loud wailing rouses me from my slumber. The supporting soft chug and sigh with the clack of striking iron keep rhythmic time with the sways of the car that rock my body back and forth.
By S.J. Frederick4 years ago in Horror
The Red Pickup Truck
Mary sat in the passenger seat of the pickup truck waiting for Tom to get back. He had told her to wait in the truck for him. They were parked in a dirty old junkyard that Tom had come to look for a part for his new (well, new to him) 1962 Chevy pickup truck that he had bought just the week before. It was a beautiful cherry red and in pretty good condition even if it was 3 years old now. The interior was almost flawless and Tom had scrubbed and cleaned the vehicle so it would look its best for their date. Tom had left the keys in the ignition so Mary reached over and turned the key just enough to let the radio play. She scanned the dial looking for a good rock-n-roll station hoping to hear another great song by The Beatles. She loved their music, it was different than most music being done in the U.S. these days and she also liked the new look they brought with them from England.
By William Ward4 years ago in Horror
Movie Review: 'Nope' Spoiler Free Review
A shoe stands on its end, the toe pointing into the air. It’s an evocative image, shoes don’t do that. But a shoe does do that in the new Jordan Peele horror thriller Nope. Come to think of it, the sight of a shoe in such an unnatural position is the kind of image that might cause one to say ‘Nope’ while slowly backing away from whatever might be the cause of this image. It’s not just a shoe though, there’s a well placed drop of blood on that shoe as well that offers another disturbing aspect to this sight. Then the context for the shoe comes fully into frame and…
By Sean Patrick4 years ago in Horror
Last Train to Section E
He struggled to push away the layers of overwhelming fatigue that made even opening his eyes an almost impossible task. Not fully conscious but he was aware enough to realize that this was not the result of a night of overindulging. No amount of beer or even whisky could ever create this kind of havoc. This had to be some sort of drug, and it was a lot more powerful than the weed he occasionally vaped. Slowly and painfully his brain shook off the effects and his eyes began to open.
By Dean D’Adamo4 years ago in Horror
Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2022) - Movie Review
The latest entry into the Texas Chainsaw Massacre franchise is a bumpy one, although not entirely awful, there are plenty of gross gore effects. Leatherface himself looks terrifying and is equally deadly. Because of this, the horror in general is very well executed, characters die painfully, within seconds of meeting this lunatic. There really is no escape, as Leatherface knows his hometown like the back of his hand, while all of these strangers run around like headless chickens, unable to escape from death's grip! Acting wise, people genuinely look terrified when Leatherface charges for them. So with all of these intense thrills, what is it exactly that makes Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2022) a mixed horror movie rather than a perfect slasher?
By Joseph Roy Wright4 years ago in Horror
The Many-Faced-Man in the Meta. Runner-Up in Campfire Ghost Story Challenge.
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." The service rep smiled. The name "Alice" sat symmetrically next to an enabled microphone icon.
By Joachim Mizrahi 3 years ago in Horror
Somewhere Between Reality and Death
The world seemed to shake around me as I crawled my way through the mud and filth of the trench. Each inch a stark reminder would ring throughout the walls of my head: Don’t stand up, don’t stand up, don’t stand up. The dirt walls that surrounded me were my prison and my salvation. It was if my drill sergeant had seared the words into the side of my brain. The words that would come to define my existence seemed so simple, yet so complex. With each inch I crawled the pain would sear in my knees and elbows. Days of rubbing my body against the dirt had resulted in my skin being rubbed raw over and over. It didn’t matter. I had to reach my post.
By A.M Cooper4 years ago in Horror
The Hotel California
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Tommy hurried along the worn path, he was late, and his mom didn't like tardiness. The grocer had ignored him to feed the bottled beer to the miners after their shift.
By J. S. Wade4 years ago in Horror
