book reviews
Book reviews for horror fans; weather a sleepless night with literary accounts of hauntings, possessions, zombies, vampires and beyond.
The Room With No Windows
When I first moved into the old apartment building downtown, the landlord gave me one rule: “Don’t go near Room 6B.” I thought he was joking. The place was falling apart anyway—peeling wallpaper, flickering lights, and creaky wooden floors that groaned under every step. Why would one room matter more than the rest?
By subah alenzi5 months ago in Horror
The Taxi Ride I Wish I Never Took
I had always taken late-night taxis in the city, but something about that night felt wrong from the start. The rain poured in thick sheets, and the streets were almost deserted. When the old yellow taxi stopped for me, I felt a chill crawl up my spine, but I forced myself inside.
By subah alenzi5 months ago in Horror
The Room That Wasn’t on the Map
The Room That Wasn’t on the Map The hotel smelled like history — old wood polished too many times, worn carpet, and a faint metallic tang in the air. I’d booked it last minute after a canceled flight, not thinking much about the fact that I’d never seen it listed on any of my usual travel sites. A hand-painted sign above the entrance read: The Greywood Inn.
By James William5 months ago in Horror
The Porcelain Gift
The Porcelain Gift Elena and Mariah had spent weeks turning the upstairs loft into a cozy retreat. The highlight of the space was a round window that poured sunlight in during the mornings. On one side sat Mariah’s art table; on the other, Elena’s laptop desk for her freelance work. A bed and tall bookshelves filled the center, with a cushioned chair tucked in the corner.
By waseem khan5 months ago in Horror
Send To Kill. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
In a world where beliefs clashed like thunder, some worshipped Buddha, others knelt before the cross, and some whispered prayers to Allah. But in the shadows lurked a man who didn’t fit into any of these beliefs. He was a self-made monster—a mix of faith and madness. He read the Bible not to find salvation, but to twist its words into a weapon for his darkest urges.
By Winston Benjamin5 months ago in Horror
The Loyalty of the Lion King
Deep in the heart of the golden savannah, where the sun kissed the earth and the wind whispered through tall grass, ruled a mighty lion known as Zahir the Lion King. His mane glowed like fire, his roar shook the heavens, and his heart beat with wisdom, courage, and most of all—loyalty.
By Ahmad shah5 months ago in Horror
The Crimson Pact
The Crimson Pact > “Two foxes danced under the haunted sky, unaware the lion wept with hunger nearby.” It begins in the silence before the scream. The forest is still. Too still. Every leaf suspended in air like it had been waiting for something dreadful to arrive. Something ancient. Something inevitable.
By Saeed Ullah 5 months ago in Horror
The Foster House Whispers
The Foster House Whispers Grief takes many forms, but none as terrifying as hope twisted into obsession. My best friend used to be terrified of horror films. Even a paper cut in a movie could send her turning away, mumbling how she couldn’t watch. But something changed over the years. These days, she’s the one dragging me into dimly lit theaters, whispering, “Let’s see if this one leaves a mark.”
By Saeed Ullah 5 months ago in Horror
