slasher
Don't open that door! Psycho made slasher films a hallmark of the horror genre; explore iconic hackers, slashers, and chainsaw-wielding psychopaths, from the safety of your living room.
Trust Your Mechanic
The little red hatchback bounced hard, swerved, then with a squeal of tires, caught traction again on the cracked asphalt of Interstate 805. A grinding noise emanated from somewhere near the rear tire. For the first time since she set out, real fear began to trickle down Maria's spine, as the prospect of breaking down on the side of the deserted highway became a very real possibility. A cold, familiar lump of anxiety crept up into her throat. Instinctively, Maria checked the rear-view mirror. There was nothing back there but the hazy, red line of the desert horizon below a darkening sky. Normally, such a sense of solitude would be a comfort to her. But right now, the feeling of being so vastly alone there in the middle of the arid New Mexico wilderness made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.
By Kruse Christopher4 years ago in Horror
A Long Walk
Most days are like this. Especially during the transition between winter and spring. The lcrisp air tainted with the scent of cigarette smoke, gasoline and restaurant deep fryer is within sniffing distance. For Sean, this is a different day though. His mornings are a combination of music, cereal and a white owl to ease the anxiety the city brings. Sean is greeted by his grandma who already up and appears to have been up quite awhile by the cigarette ashtray half filled and morning coffee cup empty.
By Edward Mclachlan4 years ago in Horror
The Tsar of Echo Park
I am a father first, a serial killer second. You might imagine that one is incompatible with the other; that it is impossible for creation to exist so neatly beside annihilation. A reasonable enough supposition for the neurotypical mind, since most normal people have no need to consider the paradoxes that keep them afloat. But as someone with insider knowledge, I would argue that having a family has given me a certain edge in my work. They make me invisible in a way I might never have been as a single man.
By Katie Alafdal4 years ago in Horror
Torso. Top Story - November 2021.
The day had actually been a very nice one until we found the body. The sun had been shining; perfect day for fishing, Edison had commented, and Harker had joked that it was still up for debate--Edison might scare them away with his balding mug peeking over the edge of the boat. Edison had made a sour face, but finally acquiesced, laughing with us as we three headed down to the lakeside.
By Justin von Bosau4 years ago in Horror
i remember the day i died
i remember the day that i died. it was a normal day. it wasn’t anything where i could feel the energy of the day sway awkwardly, making me weary. i woke up a little late, went straight to work and after that went to school. it was a long day. i would clock into work at 6:30, leave work at 11 then leave for school at 12:45. it was an exhausting schedule that often made me feel overwhelmingly depressed but i always went to work and school. how depressing.
By ethan bergeron4 years ago in Horror
