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Interviews with authors, film directors and horror snobs of all kinds; conversations that will unsettle, and shed light on all things dark and mysterious.

The Haunted Christmas Tree
The snow had fallen heavily that December, blanketing the small town of Ash Hollow in a thick, pristine white. The Miller family—Mark, his wife Emily, and their ten-year-old daughter, Lily—were eager to celebrate their first Christmas in their new home. Mark had driven out early that morning to a local tree farm, eager to find the perfect Christmas tree.
By Modhilrajabout a year ago in Horror
Christmas in the Attic
The Barlow family—Henry, Margaret, and their twelve-year-old daughter, Emily—had just moved into an old Victorian house on the outskirts of town. The home was charming but needed work, and as Christmas approached, they decided to decorate the house to bring it to life.
By Modhilrajabout a year ago in Horror
Christmas Dollhouse of Doom
Snowflakes drifted lazily from a slate-gray sky, blanketing the sleepy town of Glenwood in a shimmering coat of white. It was Christmas morning, and the Williams family gathered around their tree, bathed in the warm glow of twinkling lights. Seven-year-old Clara squealed in delight as she unwrapped a large, intricately wrapped package. Inside was a vintage dollhouse, its Victorian façade adorned with delicate carvings and miniature wreaths.
By Modhilrajabout a year ago in Horror
Christmas Eve Massacre
The wind howled through the dense pines, whipping snow into blinding flurries. Along the winding country road, a group of travelers sought refuge from the worsening storm. They had been strangers mere hours ago, each with their own destination, but the merciless blizzard had forced them together.
By Modhilrajabout a year ago in Horror
Unearthing the Terrifying Truth: The History Behind Elma Horror’s Creepy Story
I gazed out the window as a blistering bolt blazed through the sky and struck the Silver Birch from its roots. This is no day to go to the woods. They’re not haunted. Dave drivels nonsense, especially when Lee’s around. ‘Elma’ Dave called her. Seriously? He said that she had an orphanage hidden in the woods, where she boiled the orphaned children alive and bathed in their blood. When the townsfolk caught her, they burnt her alive. He said you can still hear her blood-curdled screams at night. Nonsense. I looked to the right and there he was, thumping his feet as he walked, mud splattering up his striped joggers.
By VETTI BOYSabout a year ago in Horror
Christmas Eve, Never Again
The Mitchells—Emma, her husband Jack, and their eight-year-old daughter Lily—had always celebrated Christmas Eve the same way. They’d bake cookies, sip hot cocoa by the fire, and read "The Night Before Christmas" before leaving a plate of cookies and a glass of milk on the mantel for Santa. It was a cherished tradition that filled their cozy New England home with warmth and joy.
By Modhilrajabout a year ago in Horror
The Christmas Wraith
It was Christmas Eve, and the town of Maple Hollow sat silent under a heavy blanket of snow. Strings of colorful lights flickered on rooftops, and the faint hum of carols played from distant radios. Yet, inside the sprawling home of Warren Caldwell, the holiday spirit was nonexistent.
By Modhilrajabout a year ago in Horror
The Possessed Christmas Tree
The Anderson family had never been big on traditions, but this Christmas, they decided to change that. After years of rushing through the holiday, they agreed to go all in—decorating their home, baking cookies, and finally, buying a real Christmas tree. They found the perfect one at a local lot, a grand, lush fir with the kind of symmetry that made it look almost… too perfect.
By Modhilrajabout a year ago in Horror
The Christmas Mirror
The McAllister family was thrilled to be spending Christmas in their newly purchased Victorian house. The old home, nestled on the outskirts of town, came with creaky floorboards and drafty windows but exuded an undeniable charm. This year’s holiday promised to be perfect, with snow gently falling outside and the scent of fresh pine wafting through the air.
By Modhilrajabout a year ago in Horror
The Haunted Mansion
It was a dark and stormy night when the young couple, Sarah and Michael, decided to explore the abandoned mansion on the outskirts of town. The rumors of the mansion being haunted had always intrigued them, and they couldn't resist the opportunity to investigate.
By VETTI BOYSabout a year ago in Horror
The Wreath That Whispers
It started innocently enough. The Hollis family, eager to outdo their neighbors in holiday cheer, stumbled upon an antique store on the edge of town. Tucked away in a dusty corner, surrounded by faded ornaments and tarnished silver bells, was a large Christmas wreath. Its evergreen branches seemed impossibly fresh, adorned with crimson ribbons and small, intricately carved wooden ornaments. A brass tag at the bottom read, “Timeless Cheer.”
By Modhilrajabout a year ago in Horror
Silent Night, Sinister Night
It was a snowy Christmas Eve in the quiet town of Frostvale. The air was filled with the sound of cheerful carolers, children laughing, and sleigh bells jingling. Yet, something darker lurked beneath the town's festive glow.
By Modhilrajabout a year ago in Horror