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Locked In
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. I’ve never been interested in spooky games, haunted houses or anything of the scary sort, really. I’ve always been easier to convince after a few shots of tequila, though. Hence, I stood in a dark, tiny room with two doors, directly opposite each other, waiting for the “game". My friends were in rooms on either side of me.
By Cathy holmesabout a year ago in Horror
Halloween Ends
Halloween Ends was a letdown. Let’s say Corey took up the mantle. That was the movie that was set up. Why did this not happen? The hospital scene in Kills was heavy-handed but could have made more sense with Corey being the new killer. Haddonfield knew what happened when they succumbed to fear. Instead of succumbing to fear, Corey was what happens when one gives into the darkness.
By DJ Robbinsabout a year ago in Horror
Don't Knock, Don't Even Whisper
There was only one rule: Don't open the door. If there was another rule, it would be: Wear a diaper. Or bring a gun, or bat, or anything that could be used as a weapon. Why're we in this creepy house with an unlocked door in the middle of it with a warning that is very clearly scratched into it by someone's fingernails. I mean, why not just paint pentagrams on our foreheads, read a book of animal classifications, and see what pops up?
By Adam Diehlabout a year ago in Horror
The Guardians of Silence
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. In the old family estate, the rule had passed down through generations, though its origin was long forgotten. The house was full of doors—grand ones leading to lavish ballrooms, humble ones to snug pantries—but the door at the end of the third-floor hallway was different. It was plain, unadorned, yet it seemed to breathe with a life of its own, exuding a palpable sense of foreboding.
By Sue Anne Kariukiabout a year ago in Horror
The Journal
Evelyn hadn’t set foot in the attic for years........ After inheriting her grandmother’s house, she’d avoided the musty space, not wanting to disturb the dust-covered memories of a life long gone. But when the creaking floorboards above her bedroom kept her awake for the third night in a row, she decided it was time to investigate.
By I did Somethingabout a year ago in Horror
The Hollowing of Alder Village
The letter had arrived with no return address, sealed in brittle, yellowed paper. The ink, faded but legible, claimed to be from a relative I’d never heard of—my "Aunt Miriam." She implored me to visit her in the village of Alder Hollow, far from any city or recognizable place. The letter spoke of old family matters, of an inheritance tied to a "sacred duty" I had to fulfill.
By I did Somethingabout a year ago in Horror
