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My Big Fat Toga Party
It started with a knock. Kevin heard three raps on the door of the frat house and opened it. A corpse stood there waiting for him. Before he could respond, the corpse’s hand reached out for him. Tissue died where the hand touched Kevin, and the corruption spread quickly. In heartbeats, Kevin had lost his, replaced by cold, unfeeling flesh. He turned around and sought out doors within the house. The other corpse joined him. Within minutes the number of zombies had increased; as his frat brothers answered their doors, they were likewise taken and turned.
By Jamais Jochim3 months ago in Horror
The Mothman: The Winged Omen of Point Pleasant
It began with red eyes in the dark. Not glowing like flashlights, not reflecting like animal eyes... they burned, steady and unnatural, staring out from the abandoned TNT plant on a cold West Virginia night in 1966.
By Veil of Shadows3 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 Cursed Tourist — Part II: The Return. AI-Generated.
It had been eight months since Elena Ward returned from her trip to the old European village where everything began. She had promised herself never to think about it again — the strange woman at the roadside inn, the cursed bracelet, and the way her reflection had smiled back at her when she wasn’t smiling.
By Ghanni malik3 months ago in Horror
You Should Never Play With Your Food
Herrold let go of the rope with his left hand to grab at the window ledge. Once he was secure, he did the same with his right hand. He then swung up on the ledge. He landed supine on the massive ledge. He breathed in deeply. He then rose to sitting, twisting around.
By Jamais Jochim3 months ago in Horror
