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Interviews with authors, film directors and horror snobs of all kinds; conversations that will unsettle, and shed light on all things dark and mysterious.

Haunted Hashtag. Content Warning.
On that rainy night, as a light drizzle blanketed the city, a group of teenagers, Arya, Nia, and Rizky, decided to embark on a spooky adventure in an abandoned, dilapidated house on the outskirts of town. They were enthusiastic, confident that they wouldn't be scared by anything paranormal.
By Mahrus 2 years ago in Horror
Harmony In The Dark. Content Warning.
Echoes of Despair In the quiet town of Crestwood, the Thompson family's idyllic life shatters when their youngest, Emily, mysteriously disappears during a routine family outing. Panic sets in as frantic searches yield no clues, and the once warm home becomes a hollow echo of grief.
By Scott Lewis2 years ago in Horror
"Whispers of the Cursed Hollow: A Dance with Shadows"
In the profound desolation of Eldritch Hollow, a town ensnared in the perpetual embrace of temporal decay, there stood a malevolent mansion—an ancient citadel of unspeakable horrors that transcended the very boundaries of reality. Beneath the ghostly luminescence of the moon, a diverse assembly of thrill-seekers, each drawn by an insatiable fascination with the macabre, approached the ominous structure, unknowingly stepping into a nightmarish waltz with forces that defied mortal comprehension.Guided by Emma, a woman ensnared by the haunting allure of the unknown, the group traversed gates that groaned with the weight of long-forgotten sorrows. The dimly lit hallways unfolded like serpentine passages, where the eyes of portraits seemed to contort into grotesque expressions, silent witnesses to the encroaching darkness that beckoned them ever deeper.Deeper into the mansion's labyrinthine recesses, they stumbled upon a séance chamber adorned with a dust-laden Ouija board, bathed in an otherworldly luminescence that pulsated with the very essence of the supernatural. Tentative fingers brushed the planchette, unleashing an unsettling chill that permeated the air. Soft whispers, laden with the weight of ancient malevolence, resonated, spelling out cryptic messages from an unseen force, ravenous for release.The séance, an unwittingly performed rite, tore open a gateway to the spectral realm. The mansion convulsed, ghastly apparitions materializing with faces eternally twisted in agony. Panic surged as the room echoed with anguished wails, spectral hands reaching out, weaving a grotesque tapestry of unspeakable horror.One by one, the thrill-seekers succumbed to the malevolent forces, their terrified screams merging with the dissonant symphony of the damned. Emma, burdened by the weight of responsibility, desperately attempted to sever the connection. In a macabre twist, the Ouija board absorbed her essence, leaving behind a lifeless husk. The shadows, now pulsating with malevolence, whispered a triumphant dirge that reverberated through the haunted halls.As the survivors stumbled out, the mansion exhaled a mournful sigh, its very essence resonating with an ancient grief. Eldritch Hollow, forever transmogrified, unveiled a truth more harrowing than the nightmares within its walls. The grotesque dance was not mere exploration; it was a ritualistic communion, an unholy pact forged between the living and the spectral realm. Trespassers became vessels for the mansion's insatiable hunger for souls, unwittingly participating in a dark symphony of agony and despair.Eldritch Hollow returned to its cursed slumber, concealing its ghastly secrets until the next foolhardy soul dared to awaken the malevolent whispers. Unbeknownst to the world, Emma's tormented soul remained trapped within spectral confines, a silent witness to the abominations lurking in the shadows. The mansion, now an accursed prison, echoed with her voice—a perpetual reminder that some dances with the unknown lead to a fate far more petrifying than death.As the survivors stumbled out, the mansion exhaled a mournful sigh, its very essence resonating with an ancient grief. Eldritch Hollow, forever transmogrified, unveiled a truth more harrowing than the nightmares within its walls. The grotesque dance was not mere exploration; it was a ritualistic communion, an unholy pact forged between the living and the spectral realm. Trespassers became vessels for the mansion's insatiable hunger for souls, unwittingly participating in a dark symphony of agony and despair.Eldritch Hollow returned to its cursed slumber, concealing its ghastly secrets until the next foolhardy soul dared to awaken the malevolent whispers. Unbeknownst to the world, Emma's tormented soul remained trapped within spectral confines, a silent witness to the abominations lurking in the shadows. The mansion, now an accursed prison, echoed with her voice—a perpetual reminder that some dances with the unknown lead to a fate far more petrifying than death.
By mohamed basem2 years ago in Horror
Reel Wild Cinema (1995-97)
The Mid-Nineties were a time of relative ease, strangely, on the American landscape. Despite race riots, political scandals, the uprooting of cultural mores, and the gradual emergence of mass casualty violence in the form of domestic terror and school shootings, it was, by and large, still a period where American preeminence was unchallenged, a fixity on the world stage, one that could be relied upon. I lived in a little blue house, under a vast, sprawling Midwestern blue sky, at the edge of farm fields and on a street with well-clipped lawns. And I thought I was PUNK.
By Tom Baker2 years ago in Horror
Where is the missing child?. Content Warning.
Part 1: The Vanishing Act The quaint town of Ravenswood, bathed in the silvery glow of the harvest moon, held its collective breath on that fateful autumn night. The wind, a spectral messenger, whispered ancient secrets through the rustling leaves, casting long shadows that danced upon cobblestone streets. Unbeknownst to its unsuspecting residents, a chilling mystery loomed within the heart of their seemingly tranquil enclave—a mystery destined to unfold in a series of events that would send shockwaves through the very soul of Ravenswood.
By STGg2 years ago in Horror
The Unseen Santa
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. Little did the Thompson family know that this Christmas Eve would be unlike any other.
By Nada soliman2 years ago in Horror
Shadows of the Forgotten Tomb
Amelia's heart raced as she approached the desolate graveyard, a place long forgotten by the living. The moon cast an eerie glow, revealing weathered tombstones that seemed to whisper secrets of the past. The air hung heavy with an otherworldly chill, and an unsettling stillness enveloped the cemetery.
By Nada soliman2 years ago in Horror
Bed in a Bag: Where Cozy Meets Creepy
Alright, let's talk about bed in a bag – that one-stop solution for turning your sleep space into a chill zone without any fuss. It's like the magic wand of bedding, making your bed look put-together effortlessly. We're about to spill the tea on what makes bed in a bag so darn appealing, with all its features, perks, and a sprinkle of suspense.
By Jasmine2 years ago in Horror
Jingle Bell Rot. Top Story - December 2023. Content Warning.
The idea of Santa Claus is a curious thing. A gentle, fat, joyful man who delivers gifts to good little girls and good little boys. The same good little girls and good little boys are told not to accept gifts from strangers. But Santa doesn't count, does he? He's magic...he's an exception...so definitely can be trusted.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Horror
The Dinner Invite. Content Warning.
Author's Notes: This is the second part or follow-up to Intrusive Thoughts of a Psychopath. I had thought about doing more with that character and as it recieved a lot of encouraging feedback, I figured I'd continue this warped tale.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Horror
Harvest of Shadows: Unveiling the Cursed Legacy. Content Warning.
In the heart of a secluded village nestled between dense forests and rolling hills, the air buzzed with anticipation as the annual harvest festival approached. Villagers eagerly prepared for the grand event, adorning the town square with vibrant decorations and setting up stalls with local delicacies. Little did they know that this year's celebration would unleash a nightmare that had long been confined to the shadows—the Curse of the Harvest Festival.
By AshDream_Story2 years ago in Horror
Scary Stories to Keep You Awake at Night
Once upon a time, in a small village called Harmonyville, there lived a young woman named Jenny. Jenny was known for her infectious laughter and mischievous spirit. She had caught the attention of three men in the village: Mark, John, and Jack. They were all hopelessly in love with her.
By HealthyHealthy2 years ago in Horror