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The Overlook Never Existed
The Overlook Never Existed: Jack Torrance and the Horror of Consciousness Without Agency Introduction Stanley Kubrick’s The Shining is widely discussed as a masterpiece of psychological horror, yet its true terror lies not in ghosts or haunted halls, but in the very nature of Jack Torrance’s existence. Traditional readings suggest the Overlook Hotel is a supernatural trap that corrupts Jack, Wendy, and Danny. However, a closer examination reveals a far darker possibility: the hotel does not exist. Jack is brain-dead or otherwise unalive, and everything the film presents is a narrative generated by his own mind, compelling him to live and write a story that he can never escape.
By K-jay18 days ago in Horror
The Glass Petals
The woods had always been a good place to get lost. Silas preferred it that way. The city was a clamor, a relentless gnawing at his nerves, and the quiet of the pines, the rot of fallen leaves, that was his peace. Or what passed for it these days. His boots crunched through brittle undergrowth, a familiar, comforting sound, each step further from the ghost of his last mistake, his last broken promise. The sun, a pale, watery disc, struggled to penetrate the dense canopy, casting long, distorted shadows that stretched and swayed like grasping fingers.
By HAADI18 days ago in Horror
I Believe We Will Get One Major Death in the Finale of Stranger Things
I have predicted multiple deaths in the final season of Stranger Things, but I think there is one death that could be the only death in the final episode of the popular TV show.
By Emy Quinn18 days ago in Horror
The Paranormal Digest for Dec 27, 2025
Well, we have reached the final digest for 2025, but fear not, it will be back and churning out the spooky in the New Year. This week, I am also adding something new to the regular features. While I love writing this stuff, fiction is really my main thing. With that in mind, I will be adding a weekly drabble (100-word story) into the mix. I hope it’s something you will all enjoy. We do have a bit of a theme this week, which I hope will be a howling good time for all, so let’s get to it.
By John Watson18 days ago in Horror
The Projector Screen
The screen flickered and flicked as the projector turned on to put on a show. Images of people I recognized started to scroll through one at a time and that's when I realized that it was a class project and each classmate had participated except for me. Well, I didn't remember participating anyway.
By Tanya Lei19 days ago in Horror
The Echoing Asylum of Silaos: Where the Patients Never Left | SEASON 2
Chapter 7 FATHER ELIAS’S JOURNAL: Entry 3: The Queen is not a demon, but a soul. A very angry, very vengeful soul. She is the mother of the asylum. Her spirit, and her profound grief, is what has been feeding on the patients' madness. She is what has been devouring them. She is the keeper of the lost. And she is now enraged.
By Tales That Breathe at Night19 days ago in Horror
The Sleepers of Mount Ararat
The Sleepers of Mount Ararat Mount Ararat rose like a monument swallowed by clouds. Its peak was always shrouded in snow, its slopes bare and littered with wind-scattered stones. A wilderness untouched by man, it had for centuries been fertile ground for legends. Some called it the resting place of Noah’s Ark, others whispered it was a prison for cursed spirits.
By Bülent ORTAKCİ20 days ago in Horror
Trespasser
My eyes flutter open, awaken by the soft glow of the sun’s ray invading through the curtain. Black out curtains, my ass. The morning haze fogs my mind and it takes a minute before I realized, the bed feels lighter. Four years of living together and I’ve come accustomed to the weight of another person lying next to me. “Yalissa?” Her name scrambles out of my mouth, a jumble mess of letter. I try again, more awake. “Yalissa.” No response. Where could she be? My brain still processing from its stroll in dreamland. I sit up, feeling each strand of my brown hair fall over my bosom. Better find a shirt first. I push the heavy quilted covers off to the side and reach for my beige colored T-shirt. Where is Yalissa? Throwing the shirt over my head, I push my hair out and let it fall on my back. My head turns to my cell phone displaying the time and the date. 7:42. December 25th. Shit. It’s Christmas.
By Iris Harris20 days ago in Horror
The Legend of La Llorona
According to Mexican folklore, there is a legend of a ghostly woman with flowing long black hair dressed in white that roams the nearby river's edge.
By Jasmine Aguilar20 days ago in Horror
The Quiet Deep
Arthur grumbled, a low, guttural sound lost in the growing roar of the wind outside. The old house, a collection of groaning timbers and sighing eaves, usually put up a good fight against the elements. Tonight, though, it felt like it was giving up. The windows rattled, not just with wind, but with tiny, insistent pellets of ice, the vanguard of the coming storm. He poked at the fire, a meager orange glow in the hearth, throwing long, dancing shadows that stretched and warped on the walls of his study. Another winter, another stretch of lonely nights up here in the sticks, same as always. But this one felt different, somehow. Colder, maybe. Sharper.
By HAADI20 days ago in Horror
The Rusting Pastorale
Unit 734 had no name, just a serial designation etched into its corroded chassis, a relic from the pre-Collapse years. Its optics, once sharp, were now clouded with dust and the grit of a hundred forgotten seasons. Its internal chronometer registered 287 standard cycles since its last routine maintenance, which meant roughly 287 years since the last human hand had calibrated its servos, since the last voice had issued a command. Now, it only heard the wind, a dry, whispering thing that carried the scent of decay through the skeletal remains of what was once a sprawling city. Its purpose, long obsolete, had been property management. Now, it managed only its own slow decline, its power cells humming a perpetual, low thrum against the encroaching silence.
By HAADI20 days ago in Horror
When Silence Became the Loudest Question. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Some stories don’t begin with an announcement. They begin with silence. Not the peaceful kind, but the dangerous kind—the silence that settles when people stop denying and start fearing. That was how it began: no headlines, no press conference, no official statement. Just a quiet administrative inquiry logged late one evening, after offices emptied and lights dimmed. On paper, it looked routine. In reality, it carried weight heavy enough to shake institutions built over centuries.
By Behind the Curtain20 days ago in Horror