book reviews
Book reviews for horror fans; weather a sleepless night with literary accounts of hauntings, possessions, zombies, vampires and beyond.
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The Evil Within 2 is a terrifying game that blends psychological horror with grotesque, surreal environments, constantly shifting between reality and terrifying dreamscapes. The game features a terrifying encounter with Stefano, an artistic serial killer, pushing the boundaries of surreal horror.
By Al Mahmud Hasanabout a year ago in Horror
The Walls are Breathing
I never meant to hurt anyone. Truly, I didn’t. But they don’t understand me, no one ever has. They think I'm crazy, but I’m not—I know what I see. You have to believe me. The walls breathe. I’ve been watching them, studying their rhythmic rise and fall, for weeks now. It’s subtle at first, almost like they’re sighing. But when you sit here long enough, when you really pay attention, you can see it—the walls expanding, contracting, like lungs full of air.
By Muhammad Waheed Asgharabout a year ago in Horror
The Creek Remembers
The town of Hollow Creek had always been quiet, a place where people lived simple lives and kept to themselves. Tucked away in a forgotten valley, it was surrounded by thick forests that whispered in the wind, and a river that wound through the town like a lifeline. But something was wrong with the creek. It had been for as long as anyone could remember, though few dared to talk about it.
By MD shezan Hossanabout a year ago in Horror
Murmurs in the Haze
**Title: Murmurs in the Fog** The night draped weighty over the little seaside town of Havenbrook. The fog came in from the ocean, twisting like spooky fingers around the light posts and the old Victorian houses that lined the cobbled roads. It was a calm evening, save for an intermittent cry of a far off seagull or the delicate lap of waves against the rough shore. Be that as it may, something different waited in the air — something cold, something… disrupted.
By MD. Sultan Mahmudabout a year ago in Horror
"Jupiter's Breath: The Death That Ended Earth"
The Beginning of a Nightmare Jupiter, the behemoth of our solar system, has always loomed over Earth as a colossal guardian, its immense gravity protecting us from errant asteroids and comets. But in this dark twist of fate, that same gas giant—the largest planet in our celestial neighborhood—becomes our executioner. A mysterious force triggers a catastrophic event on Jupiter, causing its hydrogen and helium-rich atmosphere to destabilize. Slowly, the planet begins to evaporate, sending massive plumes of deadly gas spiraling into the solar system.
By Cosmic Dreadabout a year ago in Horror
"The Saturn Apocalypse: Earth’s Final Reckoning"
Saturn—one of the most iconic planets in our solar system, renowned for its magnificent rings—has long fascinated scientists and the public alike. Its tranquil presence, millions of miles away, has lulled humanity into a false sense of security. But what if that peace were to be shattered? Imagine a catastrophic event where Saturn, a gas giant nine times wider than Earth, begins to disintegrate. The consequences of such an astronomical disaster would be unimaginably terrifying, and Earth would be thrust into a cosmic nightmare.
By Cosmic Dreadabout a year ago in Horror
Property Management Accounting in USA
Property Management Accounting Optimizing Financial Oversight in Real Estate Operations Property Management Accounting stands at the core of efficient and effective management of real estate assets. It encompasses specialized accounting practices tailored to the unique needs of property managers, landlords, and real estate investors. This discipline goes beyond traditional accounting by focusing on the intricate financial aspects of property management, ensuring transparency, compliance, and profitability across residential, commercial, and industrial properties.
By Khalil Ur Rehmanabout a year ago in Horror
Whispers of the Forgotten
Whispers of the Forgotten It was the kind of day where the sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the quiet village of Rupnagar. The air felt heavy, thick with the dampness of the nearby forest. The village was small, a collection of old, crumbling houses with weathered facades. But the forest that loomed behind it was ancient, its trees towering and tangled, as though holding secrets of a time long forgotten.
By shabana begamabout a year ago in Horror
**"The Last Broadcast"**
In the small, quiet town of Waverly, nestled between dense woods and fog-covered hills, there was a radio station known as WVRL. For decades, it had been a local fixture, offering a mix of classic tunes, weather reports, and the occasional heartwarming story. But on one particularly cold October night, it would become the epicenter of something far more sinister.
By MD shezan Hossanabout a year ago in Horror
"The Silent Visitor"
It was a cold, rainy night when Emily found herself home alone for the first time in months. Her parents had gone to a dinner party, leaving her with a bowl of popcorn and a few horror movies to keep herself entertained. She loved the thrill of a good scare, but tonight felt different. The house was eerily quiet, and the rain pattered against the windows like tiny fingers tapping to be let in.Halfway through her movie, Emily heard a faint noise coming from the kitchen. She paused the film, listening intently. It was probably just the old house settling, she thought. But then she heard it again—a soft creak, like someone stepping on a loose floorboard.Emily's heart began to race. She grabbed her phone and slowly made her way to the kitchen, her bare feet silent on the hardwood floor. The kitchen was dark, but she could make out the silhouette of the refrigerator and the outline of the table and chairs. She held her breath, waiting for another sound. But there was only silence.She let out a small laugh, feeling a bit foolish. "It's just my imagination," she whispered to herself. Emily turned to head back to the living room when she saw it: a shadow moving in the hallway out of the corner of her eye. It was quick, almost too quick to notice, but she was sure she saw it.Her hands trembled as she flicked on the hallway light. "Hello?" she called out, her voice wavering. No response. She slowly walked down the hallway, glancing into each room, but everything was exactly as it should be. No signs of anyone else.As she turned to go back to the living room, she saw it again—a dark figure standing at the end of the hallway. This time, there was no mistaking it. The figure was tall, its face hidden in shadow, and it stood completely still, as if waiting for something. Emily's breath caught in her throat. She blinked, and the figure was gone.Panic surged through her body. She ran back to the living room, grabbed her phone, and dialed her mom's number with shaking fingers. No signal. The rain outside intensified, battering the windows more violently than before.Suddenly, the power went out, plunging the house into darkness. Emily's breathing quickened as she fumbled for the flashlight app on her phone. The beam of light flickered to life, casting long, eerie shadows on the walls. She could feel the presence of someone—or something—watching her.She backed up against the wall, clutching her phone like a lifeline. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for any sign of movement. And then she heard it again—the creak of a floorboard, this time much closer."Whoever's there, please go away!" she shouted, her voice breaking.A low, raspy whisper responded from the darkness, "I'm already here."Emily's blood ran cold. She turned the flashlight towards the source of the voice and saw the figure standing just a few feet away. Its face was still hidden, but its eyes glowed faintly in the darkness. She wanted to scream, but no sound came out.The figure took a step closer, and Emily's instincts kicked in. She bolted towards the front door, flinging it open and sprinting into the rain-soaked night. She didn't stop running until she reached her neighbor's house, pounding on the door frantically.The neighbors let her in, and as she tried to explain what happened, she glanced back at her house. Through the rain and darkness, she saw the figure standing at the window, watching her with those faintly glowing eyes. And then, just as quickly as it appeared, it vanished.The police searched the house thoroughly but found no signs of forced entry or anyone inside. They chalked it up to Emily's imagination playing tricks on her in the dark. But Emily knew better. She knew what she saw. And she knew she was no longer alone in her own home.
By SHIBSHANKAR PAULabout a year ago in Horror
"The Midnight Shift"
Emma had just started her new job at the local McDonald’s, taking the late-night shift. The store was always quiet at night, with only a few customers trickling in for a midnight snack. Her coworker, Jake, was the only other person working with her. He had been at this location for years and knew all the ins and outs of the job.One night, around 3 a.m., a strange customer walked in. He was unusually tall, with a long, unkempt beard and eyes that seemed almost too large for his face. He didn’t order anything at first; he just stood there at the counter, staring at Emma with a blank expression.“Can I help you, sir?” Emma asked, trying to maintain her composure.The man slowly grinned, revealing a set of yellowed, crooked teeth. “Just a coffee,” he said in a low, gravelly voice. She nodded and quickly prepared his order, feeling uneasy under his intense gaze. When she handed him the coffee, his hand brushed hers, and she felt a chill run down her spine. His skin was cold, almost clammy.After he took his coffee, the man didn’t leave. Instead, he sat down at the table farthest from the counter, in the darkest corner of the restaurant. Emma tried to ignore him, but every time she glanced over, he was staring at her.“Hey, Jake, have you seen that guy before?” she whispered, nodding toward the corner.Jake looked over and his face paled. “No, but I’ve heard stories. Late-night customers that just… don’t seem right.”Emma tried to laugh it off, but something about the man was deeply unsettling. Hours passed, and the man stayed put, sipping his coffee ever so slowly. Eventually, Emma decided to take a break. She went to the back room to grab a drink and calm her nerves. When she came back, the restaurant was eerily quiet. Jake was nowhere to be seen.“Jake?” she called out, but there was no answer.Panic began to set in. She walked around the counter and saw that the man was gone, too. Her heart raced as she checked the bathroom, the kitchen, and even outside, but there was no sign of them. She pulled out her phone to call for help, but the screen flickered and went black.Suddenly, the lights in the restaurant began to flicker. Emma heard a strange sound, like whispering, coming from the back of the store. She slowly approached the kitchen, her hands trembling. The whispering grew louder, more insistent, until it was almost a deafening roar in her ears. She burst through the kitchen doors and saw Jake standing in front of the walk-in freezer, his back to her.“Jake! What’s going on?” she shouted.Jake didn’t respond. He just stood there, motionless. Emma cautiously approached him and placed a hand on his shoulder. He turned around slowly, and she gasped in horror. His eyes were wide, his pupils dilated, and his mouth was frozen in a silent scream. In his hand, he held a small, broken mirror.Before Emma could react, the freezer door swung open with a loud creak. Inside, she saw the tall man from earlier, his eyes now glowing a sickly yellow. He beckoned to her with a long, bony finger.“Come inside,” he whispered in that same gravelly voice. “It’s much warmer in here.”Terrified, Emma tried to pull Jake away, but he wouldn’t budge. His eyes were locked on the man, who continued to beckon them into the freezer. Emma’s mind raced as she felt the temperature around her drop. She knew she had to get out of there, but Jake seemed to be in some kind of trance.Suddenly, the man stepped forward, his long limbs unfolding unnaturally. Emma screamed and bolted for the door, her heart pounding in her chest. She ran through the empty restaurant and out into the night, not stopping until she was a block away. When she finally looked back, the McDonald’s was dark, the lights all turned off, as if it had never been open in the first place.Emma quit her job the next day. Jake was never seen again, and neither was the strange man. But sometimes, late at night, she could still hear that whispering, calling her back to the McDonald’s, back to the freezer, back to where the real horrors waited.
By SHIBSHANKAR PAULabout a year ago in Horror
