Horror

The Breach
History three ⸻ Scene – Post-Breach, Primordial Evil Whisper The night pressed down around them, thick and silent except for the faint smoke curling from the sealed breach. Clement wiped soot from his hands, eyes drawn to the valley below.
By Mark Stigers 5 months ago in Chapters
The Token
⸻ The RV – Night The lights of the altar pulsed steady, not wild; a slow rhythm, almost like breath. Clement guided Grace to stand before it, placing a small brass token — a disk etched with repeating lines and circles — into her palm.
By Mark Stigers 5 months ago in Chapters
The Electronic Church
⸻ Father Clement’s Arrival The RV came slow down Main Street, white paint and faded gold lettering catching the afternoon light: Saint Gabriel’s Remote Ministry — Faith on the Move. The generator rattled, coughing a thin blue smoke.
By Mark Stigers 5 months ago in Chapters
The Book
The Book ⸻ The Starlight Diner — Grace POV Dawson finally leaned back, his eyes narrowing just a fraction. “What do you even do, Grace? For work.”
By Mark Stigers 5 months ago in Chapters
Time to Go
⸻ The Deer and the Road — Full Moon Night — The deer’s hooves hammered the frost-hardened ground ahead of her. Grace in wolf form breath steamed in ragged bursts, every muscle wired to the chase.
By Mark Stigers 5 months ago in Chapters
The Brown Dog
They told me the brown dog only follows the dying. It waits at the edges of rooms, where the light fails, its fur wet, its eyes too knowing.
By Shai Anderson5 months ago in Chapters
Ghosts That Linger
The old library smelled of dust and secrets, its shelves sagging under the weight of forgotten books. Clara had always loved it here, the way the light filtered through cracked stained-glass windows, casting fractured rainbows across the oak floor. It was a place where time felt suspended, where the world outside—with its noise and haste—couldn’t reach her.
By Muhammad Haroon5 months ago in Chapters
Wilda's Reflection
Wilda avoided mirrors after midnight. She knew what stared back wasn’t her— the eyes were too wide, the smile too slow. Last night, curiosity won.
By Shai Anderson5 months ago in Chapters
Blood in the Pines. Content Warning.
Blood in the Pines The trail was old but steady—just enough pawprints pressed into the damp earth for Pete to keep going. He’d been tracking since dawn, keeping his rifle low and his thoughts quieter than the wind.
By Mark Stigers 5 months ago in Chapters
The Silver Lance. Content Warning.
The Moon Flower — Moonlit Conversation, in Wolf-form — The air was thick with pine sap and wolf sweat from running free.
By Mark Stigers 5 months ago in Chapters
The Bull. Content Warning.
“The Bull” *~ Game Warden Pete POV* The bull was spread open like a book. Ribs cracked wide, steam still lifting off the torn muscle. Flies already circling, fat and slow in the morning heat.
By Mark Stigers 5 months ago in Chapters
States of Grace
The cursor blinked on Grace’s monitor, steady, smug, like it had all the time in the world. She scrolled back up through the fifty-page document she’d been assigned that morning: “User Installation and Configuration Guidelines for the QuantumNet v4.2 Modular Router System.” Every line was a battlefield of passive voice and jargon.
By Mark Stigers 5 months ago in Chapters