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.
The Harmony Slasher: Mr. Winslow's Revenge
“ESCAPED!!” I screamed! Scrambled and in shock, I started to pace around my apartment, “How did he escape?” I was scared to death. He would come after me; I knew he would. I was the reason he got caught in the first place. I thought after all these years, I would be safe. I was just starting to move past all of the psychological trauma caused by Mr. Winslow's murdering spree.
By Stephanie Downard5 years ago in Horror
The Reckoning
storm rages It was a dark stormy night and Bobo the Clown was sitting at his makeup desk. He hadn’t stopped crying since it all happened. He had seen a lot in his circus career but tonight was the exception. He threw his wig in the corner of his tent as he reached for his bottle of wine. He took a drink of the wine and grimaced as the warm liquid ran down his throat. He didn’t really care it eased the pain in his heart and his head. He got up from his chair and looked in the mirror. The bandage on his head was still there for all the good it did. He strolled to the door of his tent and looked at the lightning flash in the southern sky. What a night it had been and now it was only going to get worse. He took another long swing of wine and sat back down in his chair. What went wrong? How could everything have gotten all screwed up?
By Mark Lewis5 years ago in Horror
Twisted Elizabeth
"Lizzy, mija, ven aca, come here." Mommy always speaks Spanish when she has too many tall drinks. Mommy is still in her underclothes, black but with stains and the robe with flowers that feels nice when you touch it. Her face is falling off, yesterday's face, like a snake, because she says 'I need to put on my face.' I don't like her old face; it looks sad, and dirty.
By Jay Robbins5 years ago in Horror
Anna Just Wanted To Watch Her Show And Relax
Ding! Damn, it's another Facebook notification. I swear it has been about the fifth time today. Different guys trying to slide into my DM's. Picking up the phone sliding the screen open and before I could put the phone on silent. The bubble picture on the screen caught my eye. Tan skin, dark hair, and brown eyes. With the name "Love Stud." What a name, haha, opening up the message:
By Audie Edwards5 years ago in Horror
The Ashen Horse
The dead banker body was completely lifeless. Her blood slowly seeping into the ground. The grass appeared slightly dry, and it actually looked like it welcomed the steady flow of blood that was leaching around it. The woman watched a flower that the banker had somehow missed when she collapsed, appear to open it’s leaves and pedals as the blood oozed near it. Interesting. She didn’t know if she had ever taken the time to observe that before.
By Daryl Benson5 years ago in Horror
The Book of Secrets
After moving out from my parents house I finally had enough money to get a house of my own. I had gotten my close friend Ryan to move in with me and help out with some of the costs. Ryan is a rather timid guy, he jumps at any strange sound and is terrified of simple things. Small animals, pests, and insects get the best of him. Thankfully the house we are moving into is very maintained and doesn't have problems with pests. Ryan wears tight clothing most of the time, he's so skinny that you'd think the wind would fly him like a kite. His hair is as dark as night and he wears glasses with really thin frames, they look as if they could snap any second. We both worked together in a mailing warehouse. Fortunately for us it paid well but occasionally one of us worked the night shift from time to time.
By Fernando Alvarado5 years ago in Horror
The Ashen Horse
They landed in ATL; the landing so slick it was like glancing on ice. Tim was so impressed he almost clapped. He didn’t travel too much, but he traveled enough to appreciate the pilot’s skill. Check off flying expertise for this guy. He grouped up with the rest of the team at baggage claim.
By Daryl Benson5 years ago in Horror
The Sabbath
We walk in straight lines, unbroken and focused, into the forest, into my eternal fate. The trees dance in the moonlight taunting me, rejoicing in my misery. The wind nips at my exposed feet and slips between the opening of my cloak leaving frozen kisses on my arms and down my legs. As we walk deeper into the forest, my body steadily grows weak and numb. My feet are covered in cuts from the exposed branches and fallen twigs. The dirt clings to my skin, refusing to let me go further. Our leader, my mother, walks in front of me oblivious to my dread and I so desperately wish that she would turn around and tell me I don’t have to go through with this, but I know that is not who she is. It is not who we are.
By Jalyn Nwogu5 years ago in Horror
