book reviews

Book reviews for horror fans; weather a sleepless night with literary accounts of hauntings, possessions, zombies, vampires and beyond.

The House That Waited for Winter
Elliot Crane didn’t plan to stop that day. He had been driving aimlessly through the Vermont countryside, the late November air thin and gray, searching for something he couldn’t name. The trees stood bare, skeletal, and the sky had that flat white color that promised snow.
By Modhilraj2 months ago in Horror
The Fascinating World of Magic and Witchcraft Books. Content Warning.
Throughout history, humans have been captivated by the mysterious forces that lie beyond the ordinary world. Magic and witchcraft have long held a place in folklore, literature, and cultural traditions, inspiring countless stories of wonder, fear, and fascination. Among these tales, books on magic and witchcraft serve as gateways into a world of spells, rituals, and ancient knowledge, offering readers a glimpse into the practices that have intrigued civilizations for centuries.
By Haunted Secrets2 months ago in Horror
The Message That Changed Midnight
The Message That Changed Midnight When midnight texts become warnings from another timeline. They say the scariest sound at midnight isn’t thunder — it’s your phone buzzing from an unknown number. It was 11:59 p.m. when Aisha’s phone lit up. She frowned — nobody texted her this late. Not since Rohan. He had been her almost–forever, the one who left with a silent goodbye six months ago. The screen blinked again: Unknown Number: “Don’t go outside. Whatever happens, stay inside.” Her thumb hovered over the keyboard. Who is this? she typed. No reply. The flat was silent except for the ticking of the wall clock — the one that always ran a minute slow. The clock struck 12:00 a.m. Buzz. Another message. “You’ll hear a knock soon. Don’t open the door.” Her heart skipped. That had to be a prank. Knock. Knock. Knock. The sound froze her blood. “Who’s there?” she called, voice trembling. No answer. She tiptoed toward the door and peeked through the peephole. A man in a hood stood there, still as a shadow. Her phone buzzed again. “If you open it, you’ll lose everything.” Aisha backed away, clutching her phone. “Okay… this is crazy.” She tried calling her best friend Priya. No answer. Tried again. Nothing. The knocking stopped. Buzz. “Good. Now, go to the balcony.” Every instinct screamed don’t do it, but something in that voice — or whatever this was — felt protective. She slid open the balcony door just enough to peek out. Below, the city glittered — late-night scooters, neon signs, stray dogs chasing shadows. Everything looked normal. Until she saw him. The man in the hood was standing directly under her building, looking up. The flickering streetlight caught his face — and her breath vanished. It was Rohan. She gripped the railing. That couldn’t be. Rohan was in Singapore. He wasn’t supposed to be here — not tonight, not like this. Her phone buzzed. “That’s not me.” Aisha’s heart nearly stopped. She looked again. The man hadn’t moved. “Who are you?” she typed, fingers shaking. The reply came instantly. “I’m trying to help you. Don’t look away.” Then — darkness. The power cut out. The city vanished into black. Her phone’s glow became her only light. Down below, the man’s cigarette flared — a single red spark in the dark. Then came footsteps. Slow. Heavy. Right outside her door. Buzz. “He’s not human. He’ll knock again. When he does, run.” Her mind screamed, This is insane! But her heart — her heart knew fear too real to ignore. Knock. Knock. Knock. That sound again. Heavy. Intentional. Aisha grabbed her phone and bolted through the kitchen door to the fire exit. The metal handle burned cold against her palm. She ran barefoot down the stairs, breath ragged, every sound magnified in the echoing dark. When she reached the ground floor, she burst into the street. The man was gone. Buzz. “You did well. Now go to the bus stop. Don’t look back.” She ran until she reached the 24-hour café glowing like a safe island in the night. Inside, she collapsed into a chair, trembling. “Coffee,” she whispered to the waiter. Her phone buzzed again. This time, not from the unknown number. It was from Rohan. Timestamp: 11:59 p.m. “Aisha, if you’re reading this, something’s wrong. Someone’s using my phone. Don’t open the door.” Her fingers went numb. The first message — the warning — had arrived one minute after his. Her wall clock, she remembered, always ran one minute slow. The phone buzzed one last time. “You shouldn’t have looked outside.” The café lights flickered.
By Franklin 3 months ago in Horror
Colorado Mountain Ghost Town The Shadows Enter Every Empty House
The Mountain That Breathes There’s a stretch of road out in the Colorado mountains where everything feels slightly... wrong. The trees twist in strange ways, the air feels too heavy to breathe, and even the silence seems to press against you. Locals call it Dead Bend the last curve before an old mining town that shouldn’t still exist. That’s where I went last October. I was chasing ghost towns for a photography project, part of a series I called Haunted America. I’d already shot a dozen abandoned towns before that, but something about Colorado’s mountains drew me in. People told me not to go to Silvervale. Said it was erased from the maps for a reason. Something about the mines caving in, the dead buried under rock that shifted for weeks afterwards, as if the mountain didn’t want to settle. Nobody rebuilt after that. But how could I resist? I’d spent years chasing stories like this. I figured I’d take some eerie shots and leave before dark. That was the plan, anyway.
By Loud Scary3 months ago in Horror
The Keeper of Empty Houses. AI-Generated.
When the city decided to demolish the old neighborhood of Blackthorn Lane, no one volunteered to inspect the houses. Except one man — Jonas Reed, the last city surveyor willing to do the job no one wanted.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Horror
IT and The Shining Movie Theory
There’s a theory that’s been gnawing at me that IT and The Shining are not just stories from the same writer, Stephen King, but two windows into the same psychic universe. One reveals how the power of the mind illuminates reality while the other shows what happens when collective fear creates it.
By Louise Noel 3 months ago in Horror
Teeth Grinding in the Dark
I. Beneath the Skin of the Earth There are hideous creatures lurking far below, in the bowels of the earth, waiting, hungry, crouched low in the darkness. Their heavy, strange breathing is a weird counterpoint to the incessant dripping of water; but, in the caverns, in the caves that twist and snake below the surface of things, there is the ominous drone of empty space, the filtering of air, carrying the noxious vibratory hum of flesh curdling like cheese in vast darkness. Below, here, in this space below the surface, these subterranean vaults and crypts, are the bones of the Elders, the burying ground of a suppressed yesteryear; brooded over by hideous, white things, fur-bearing fungoids in the deep, black pools of the tunneled night.
By Tom Baker3 months ago in Horror
The House My Father Forbade Me to Enter
When I was a child, my father made one rule that stood above all others: “Never go near the red house at the edge of the field.”
By Azlan shah3 months ago in Horror
The Manuscript of Marovik
It was a dull evening in early October when the train to Marovik Station came in two hours late. In a quiet compartment, **Anna Petrov** sat staring at a dusty old notebook she’d found in her mailbox that day. It had no return address. The cover was black leather, edged with a faded silver emblem she didn’t recognize. The words *“Marovik”* and a circled cross were etched in the corner.
By Wellova 3 months ago in Horror
When the Grave Called...
The air in Blackwood Cemetery was perpetually cold, even on the warmest summer nights. Elias Thorne, a solitary man of thirty-five, felt that chill deep in his bones as he locked the iron gates, the metallic clang echoing like a gunshot in the silent expanse of headstones. He was the groundskeeper, a title that sounded far grander than his actual job: spending his nights ensuring no mischief was done amongst the dead.
By Noman Afridi3 months ago in Horror
Steve Jobs Death: The Shocking 2011 Passing of Apple's Visionary CEO at Age 56
Steve Jobs Death: The Shocking 2011 Passing of Apple's Visionary CEO at Age 56 On October 5, 2011, the world stopped for a moment. Steve Jobs, the brilliant mind behind Apple, passed away at 56 from respiratory arrest tied to his long fight with cancer. News hit like a thunderbolt, shocking fans, leaders, and tech lovers everywhere. His death marked the end of a key figure in modern tech, but it also sparked talks about his huge role in shaping gadgets we use daily.
By Story silver book 3 months ago in Horror
The Japanese Curry Festival Massacre: The Woman Who Terrified Japan
In 1998 in Japan, specifically in a village there called Sonobay. Sonobay is an ordinary rural village and its people are simple and kind people. It is similar to the rural village that we have in Egypt. The important thing, sir, is that every year a festival is held in the village of Sonobay. A very large festival is held in a wide area and all the neighboring villages attend. They sit together all day and eat, drink and play. The children also play in the amusement park. And so on. In 1998, this festival was held in the village and all the people were gathered and things were fine and perfect, but in a moment everything changed. Suddenly the residents of the festival began to feel very tired.
By ahmed Rezik3 months ago in Horror