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Most recently published stories in Horror.
The Baby's Agenda
Laura and Solomon Jenkins are driving home from a Halloween party a friend of theirs had thrown. On their way back, they noticed that no cars had passed by and the only thing that was seen was an empty road and ranch fencing on either side that stretched on for miles.
By Paulina John6 years ago in Horror
Sample: Artifice of Flesh, by John Baltisberger and Reed Alexander (2020)
Follow the case files of the Unnatural Perpetrators Department, division of the FBI. The UPD is a special task force charge with hunting down and stopping serial killers of 'unnatural origins.'
By Reed Alexander6 years ago in Horror
Demons or Insanity?
It sounded like a dead body being pulled across the room, slowly, and with great effort. I lay there dead still on the bed, the covers over my body but still feeling cold inside, all the while with sweat running down my face. I could see them in my mind and had seen them before. I didn't know if they were demons from Hell that had attached themselves to this little girl's soul, or if I was losing my mind. The man I saw had jet black hair that was slicked straight back, dark, beady eyes and a moustache. He was muscular but not very tall. The woman had jet black hair as well, but she was stick thin and her skin was as pale as it could get without being a gothic white. The little girl still had color in her face, but she was obviously crying and begging for someone to help her. She had limp, pink ribbons hanging from her dripping wet hair. Her pink dress was also wet and clinging to her tiny body. She couldn't have been more than seven or eight years old. I could see the three of them standing outside the screen door on the far side of the dining room, staring at me, and then the woman began to grimace and the man roared a deep, evil laugh that made me sit straight up and grab my ears to block the sound.
By Denise Willis6 years ago in Horror
The Hunt
The hunter bursts inside his small worn down house, eager to get out of the frigid weather. The shingles are falling apart faster than they can be repaired, cold air blowing in through every crevice. He tries to light a fire, with the hope of thawing his frozen home. Each gust of wind make that flame more and more impossible to obtain. His game fresh from the hunt, hangs outside waiting to be skinned and cooked. When was the last time he has eaten? He thinks back to the days when his son would join him on their annual hunting trip. Them laughing and reliving old memories of previous hunts. His son’s first perfect shot, in the centre of a moose’s heart.
By Emily Bredahl6 years ago in Horror
Deadcon - review (Netflix)
It is twenty-twenty and a new decade. My reviewing output has slowed of late due to a few factors; working a lot more. Christmas. Not visiting the cinema that much and, considering I generally review Netflix output, a paucity of anything that I found remotely interesting over the festive period on the streaming service.
By Q-ell Betton6 years ago in Horror
