Latest Stories

Most recently published stories in Horror.

Dark Disney
Everyone knows the stories that Disney produced to us when we were kids, but who would’ve thought the cute fairy tales possessed a darker origin than told?
By Sydney Essex8 years ago in Horror
'Where the Bogles Live'—A Glimpse of Northern Irish Folklore. Top Story - April 2018.
"There’s a bogle by the bour-tree at the lang loan heid, I canna thole the thocht o him, he fills ma hert wi dreid; He skirls like a hoolet, an he rattles aa his banes,
By Juliet W8 years ago in Horror
Phobia (Pt. 3)
I entered the cold laboratory at 8:05 AM. I hate when I’m late for something. Just an idiosyncrasy I have. I was given a key to the lab yesterday. Not sure why. Only meet Dr. Hadley yesterday. Still unsure about the guy. Whatever, I am getting paid. I see Dr. Hadley sitting in his office. I’m pretty sure he slept in his clothes again. I knock on the open door to his office. Hoping not to startle him but it didn’t work.
By Syzygy Stories8 years ago in Horror
The Halloween Abductions (Ch. 4)
Abbeville, AL For the most part, Josiah Hindson was safe and content. His parents would be somewhat relieved to know how well he was being taken care of. After only two days, he still cried for his mommy and daddy on a regular basis. He was well-fed and warm and clean. It helped that there were two other children in his new accommodations with whom he happily interacted. For a four year old, it was just like visiting in the home of new friends. There were plenty of toys to play with, and there was a very agreeable kitten to which Josiah quickly attached himself. There was a young lady there who acted like a mommy. She even tried to console and rock Josiah when he would get sleepy or begin crying for his own mommy.
By denise knight8 years ago in Horror
The Figure
Thunder shattered the silence of the room, beginning the events of the evening. This, unbeknownst to me, would be the night that I died. Sitting silently in my living room I gazed out through the window at the drenched driveway, entranced by the natural rhythm of the rain. I have always been prone to optimism, so I did not give it a second thought when the power went out. After the candles had been lit and the house was filled with a warm glow I returned to my post at the window. As lightning flashed and shone through the window I heard a soft voice from across the room. I dismissed it, turning my attention back to the storm. After a moment of silence, it came again, stronger than before. I ignored it once more, not thinking much of it. Time and time again it called, growing louder with each breath. The once calm room was now doused with tension as I tried to distract myself from the voice. Moments passed and eventually, it stopped, filling me with curiosity. I slipped off my perch and peeked around the corner to examine the voice, wondering why it had ceased. The light from the burning candle cast a gentle glow across the ground and landed on a figure at the end of the hallway. Its eyes shone with fury as we stared at each other, neither moving. Fear shot up my body, filling me instantly with the desire to hide. The house shook as thunder raged through the dark sky and the rain fell violently onto the roof. I scattered through the living room, desperately seeking a place to conceal myself. The figure flew in after me, calling out my name. I rushed out into the backyard and ran up to an old tree, which seemed to be my best option for escape. The tree towered over me, its leaves acting as an umbrella from the rain. Adrenaline pumped through me as I climbed my new safehouse. Suddenly I felt a cold hand grasp my legs. I gripped the branches of the tree, but it was of no use. The hand ripped me down and dragged me into the house. My voice could not be heard as I screamed, praying that some soul would hear my cries. The floor of the house was covered in my belongings, making it difficult for the figure to maneuver. Seeing it as my only option I grab objects off the floor and threw them aimlessly. God must have been on my side because one made its way and hit them in the face. The figure's painful grip on my arm released as they shrieked in pain. Using this newfound opportunity for escape I sprinted through the shadows to safety. Rain continued to ferociously bash the roof of the dimly lit house, emanating the feeling of sheer panic that racked my being. I silently sprinted into my bedroom and slipped under my bed. Soundlessly I scrunched into the corner of my hiding spot, covering my mouth to limit the noise. Heavy footsteps made their way down the wooden hallway. The figure’s cries of pain and anger echo throughout the house, signaling the effect of my lucky blow. With each step, I felt my body tighten in an attempt to conceal myself even further. The figure’s voice seeped through the walls as they whispered my name in fury. Burning light flooded into the darkness of my room as the door creaked open. Each second drained life out of my body as I waited for the threat to leave. Time seemed to drag out for an eternity as I tried not to make a sound. If only I could stop my heart from beating, as I suspect that that was what gave me away. In a flash I was ripped from underneath my bed and pulled into the bathroom. The room lit up as a candle was set on the rim of the sink, illuminating my inevitable demise. The door shut and the water began pouring into the bathtub as the figure angrily yelled at me. “Take off your clothes and get in the bath, Jordan. I don’t know why you make this so difficult for me. I can’t believe you threw your toy at me! All I want to do is to relax and have a nice evening but you are making that very hard.” The figure forcibly ripped off my clothes and plunged me into the burning, bubbly water. I gasped for air as I struggled to claw my way from the tub, trying perilously to stay alive. My attempts, however, were to no avail. The rain came to a slow trickle as the figure loomed over me. They had won. The events of the evening had resulted in my inevitable death. Was there truly any way that I could have survived?
By Kathryn8 years ago in Horror
The Halloween Abductions (Ch. 3)
Chapter 3 November 1, 2016 - Abbeville, AL 7 AM, Carly Hindson awakes, relieved that the night before was just a bad dream. Then in just a few seconds, the stabbing heart pains begin as she realizes it wasn’t a dream. She had cried herself to sleep the night before. Now she is angry with herself for falling asleep, not realizing that maybe it was forced on her by God, so her body could begin to restore itself. The coming days would be harder and she would need a strength that only her heavenly Father could grant. Seth Hindson still had not slept. He had wanted to stay out with the search party, but it was suggested by a police officer that he stay at the house with his wife and wait in case there was a ransom call. His wife needed him there too. It took all he could do not to fall apart. Prayer and faith kept him strong. When Carly awoke, Seth had coffee and bagels waiting for her. Normally, he would get up and fix a full southern style breakfast, but that just wasn’t in him this morning. Neither of them felt like eating anyway. They decided to hold hands, pray, and cry together. Then as they took a few sips of their coffee, they began to retrace the events of the night before and see if they could come up with any answers.
By denise knight8 years ago in Horror
What Frightens Us in Films and TV?
The Oxford dictionary defines “horror” as “a literary or film genre concerned with arousing feelings of horror” (Oxford Dictionary, 2018). The horror genre has been a staple of entertainment since before the advent of the moving image. Authors such as Mary Shelley, Bram Stoker, and Stephen King are all proof that images aren’t a necessity when eliciting emotions of fear. Yet directors have created many landmark pieces of pop culture within the horror genre, using the medium of film to create new and equally enticing works of art. But why do people enjoy scaring themselves? Dr. Jeffrey Goldstein argues that “people go to horror films because they want to be frightened… you want it to affect you... entertainment products like horror films... have big effects” (Psychology Today, 2015).
By Henry Jones8 years ago in Horror
The Halloween Abduction (Ch 2)
Abbeville, AL is a little town nestled between the small town of Headland, AL and the tourist city of Eufaula, AL. It is a town where much of the population put a high emphasis on faith and family. Like many cities in the South, life is centered around church, school, and football. Churches and schools in these rural cities were usually small and family run. Although in churches, people come and go, and pastors generally serve from two to seven years, usually two or three families have a long history in the church and are always representative of the deacon board, pulpit community, treasury ministry, and leadership teams. In small, rural towns like Abbeville, everyone knows everyone. Many of these towns usually have an unspoken code of secrecy and confidentiality. Even if there are people who don’t like each other, they are a close knit group of people. They will gossip all day long about each other, but when it comes to exposing someone for a crime or injustice, it usually won’t happen. The members of and community surrounding Lake Community Baptist Church was just such an example.
By denise knight8 years ago in Horror
My Recent Spiritual Battle
Welcome back New Age Thinkers! I’m so glad that you have returned to read another one of my articles. This particular article is going to discuss my most recent spiritual battle. It's a pretty long one but stick around, read, learn and enjoy.
By New Age Thoughts Chicago8 years ago in Horror
Gate
He was never sure of how it started… Maybe it was after he decided not to go with his mother on their usual field trips to the local grocery store every Wednesday morning. He could never forget her wearing that same lavender dress she had received from her older sister Carol on Christmas and her peach scented perfume him and his dad had picked out for her last Mother’s Day. Ever since he watched Disney’s 1992 movie Aladdin, she would always let him pick three items from the shelves he could reach with his tiny arms, but when he had asked her to reach for things above his level, she would always tell him, “Jake, you should never rely on others to take you to where you want to be in life. You’ll get there.”
By Tyrell McKinney8 years ago in Horror
'Tales From the Crypt' Review
(This is a full episode review, so a spoiler alert is now issued.) Hello there, boils and ghouls. Today's story is titled "The Man Who Was Death," the first episode in this beloved 7-season series. It isn't one of the best or most well known episodes, but it is still a creepy story nonetheless.
By Ashton Goodnough8 years ago in Horror
Cage
I sat in front of the cage in a leather recliner staring through the bars as the girl began to open her eyes. She let out a soft groan and lifted her head to look around. Her eyelids were still drooping from being half asleep. She blinked a couple of times in the light before stretching her eyes wide open and looking directly at me. I just smiled and sat back in the chair. Where I sat was bathed in shadows so she wouldn’t be able to see me even if she squinted her hardest. At most, she would just see the silhouette of my body resting in the chair.
By Bruce Arnold8 years ago in Horror