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Most recently published stories in Horror.

Underskin. Content Warning.
There’s something under my skin. I feel it moving there, sometimes. Squiggling like a maggot flailing in a bird’s mouth. Slowly, it works its way from place to place, and my fingers writhe with its passage; the passing of a slug leaving rot along its wake.
By I. D. Reevesabout a month ago in Horror
The Silence of the Night and the Secret Behind the Locked Room. AI-Generated.
There was something unnaturally heavy in the air, as if the darkness itself was breathing. The moon hung in the sky, pale and distant, its light unable to chase away the shadows that clung to the ground. The trees swayed gently, but their shadows trembled violently, as though unseen figures were moving among them.
By Zahid Hussainabout a month ago in Horror
PENNYWISE, THE DEADLIGHTS, AND THE TURTLE. Content Warning.
There’s a moment when Dick Hallorann deceives Pennywise that still doesn’t sit right in the best way. It isn’t just clever writing. It feels like a rule got broken.
By Louise Noel about a month ago in Horror
My Love Affair With Dario Argento
I became slightly obsessed with Italian horror director Dario Argento about 15 years ago. I don’t know how it happened – we were only ever casual acquaintances before.
By Matthew Bathamabout a month ago in Horror
How My Love of Horror Began
My love of horror films was like a sexual awakening. It’s hard to pin down the exact moment I became a horror lover. It was a passion that developed gradually. Before I was ever allowed to watch horror films, I pined for them. They were a forbidden fruit that I was desperate to taste.
By Matthew Bathamabout a month ago in Horror
Better Watch Out Has One of the Most Shocking Villain Reveals in a Horror Movie
I had seen Better Watch Out years ago, and I remember that my jaw literally dropped with the sudden villain reveal. You know that old saying, where it's like someone had pulled the carpet from beneath my feet, leaving you in absolute shock? That is how this movie made me feel.
By Emy Quinnabout a month ago in Horror
Something Knocks After Midnight
The knocking started after midnight, which is how I knew it wasn’t normal. Normal sounds belong to daylight. Footsteps, doors, voices. Even the house itself has a language you learn over time—the sigh of cooling pipes, the tick of wood contracting, the occasional complaint from an old foundation. These sounds have rhythm. They repeat. They make sense.
By LUNA EDITHabout a month ago in Horror
The Glare of the Sunken Eye
Rourke hated the pressure suit, the way it hugged his skin like a second, tighter corpse. Every breath a controlled hiss, every movement a fight against the inert weight of the ocean bearing down. Three clicks down, off the charted shelf. This wasn’t just a salvage job; it was a desperate plunge into the 'unconfirmed anomaly' the old charts vaguely hinted at. A whisper of something too big, too regular, to be natural. A whisper of glass.
By HAADIabout a month ago in Horror
Shamairah Chapter 1
It was dry and humid in the Arabian plains, but none of that bothers the Jinn, Shamairah. She turned into such just weeks ago, when her father, after losing everything in a gamble, decided to sell her sisters.
By Hyuabout a month ago in Horror
Shamairah Prologue. Content Warning.
I lay there in my quarters, a place I won’t call mine. How long has it been since I saw the world divine? A vagabond of the desert, that’s who I long to be.
By Hyuabout a month ago in Horror
The Tenant Below
I had been living at my address, No. 15, Lovecraft Court, Arkham, for over 6 years and had noticed many people come and go from the various flats below me. Most of them were rented, and there was a regular turnover of occupancy. I lived on the top floor and had 3 floors below me with a total of 3 flats on each floor, which made a total of 3 x 3 x 3 in our block. There was a large metallic post holder situated on the ground floor for each of the occupants to receive their post.
By Marc Barhamabout a month ago in Horror
Shattered Depths
The pressure readout on the console flickered, a nervous tic in the absolute blackness outside. Ten thousand feet. Marcus felt it in his teeth, a dull ache that wasn't just physical. Beside him, Lena adjusted her comms, her face a pale oval in the dim glow of the instruments. Her knuckles were white on the armrest, a quiet admission of the knife-edge they rode. "Ready for the deploy, Marcus?" Her voice, a steady current through the static, tried for casual. She failed. He heard the tremor.
By HAADIabout a month ago in Horror