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Monsters and horror go hand in hand; explore horrific creatures, beasts and hairy scaries like Freddy Krueger, Frankenstein and far beyond.

Hell Night
Hell Night is a bodacious 1981 horror-a-thon starring the tantalizin’ ta-tas of Linda “Your Mother Sucks Cocks in Hell” Blair. (Hey, we mean chickens, okay? CHICKENS!) Linda was last seen writhing around in a bed of pukey pea soup in The Exorcist, all the while flicking the bean with a crucifix (my, our mind is dirty this morning), and can’t be bothered to explain how she went from that undeniable classic to this, well, less-than-classic.
By Tom Baker5 months ago in Horror
The Gashapon Shelf. Top Story - August 2025.
Ruth and Maisie set up the attic as a guest bedroom. The big feature to the room was the grand circular window that looked out over the neighborhood and shone the perfect amount of morning light throughout.
By Amos Glade5 months ago in Horror
My Mother’s Voice Is in My GPS
My Mother’s Voice Is in My GPS I’d had the new navigation system installed because the old one had started glitching. It was nothing serious—just delays, the occasional frozen screen—but after my mother passed away three months ago, I wanted everything in my life to be as smooth as possible. Grief makes you impatient with little frustrations.
By waseem khan5 months ago in Horror
The Library of Unwritten Streams
Sasha had been streaming on Twitch for two years, with little to show for it besides a few loyal followers and a collection of half-finished playthroughs. So when a new user, “Archivist_00,” dropped into her chat one night and whispered, “You’ve been invited to The Library,” she assumed it was a joke. But the link they posted led to a login page that looked oddly like Twitch—except the logo was a black book instead of a purple chat bubble. Against her better judgment, she clicked.
By Musawir Shah5 months ago in Horror
The Mother
The day the world ended still lingered on the passing streets. The leftovers of a city I will only remember. Those sights I covered the boy’s eyes from. Our steps barely make a whisper as we shuffle through the broken glass that used to be shop windows. I can’t help but think of the altercations that took place here. Those moments when humanity is faced with fear, I realized then, that you cannot judge a person’s character, as you too are only trying to survive. You will cut in front of a line; you will push someone aside. You will bruise and batter any obstacle in seeking that idealized safety. What draws the line between survival and monstrous, is having that line. Identify your line and never cross that line.
By Amy5 months ago in Horror
The Letters from the Watcher: Westfield’s Suburban Nightmare. Content Warning.
Six bedrooms. A sprawling lawn. A quiet, tree-lined street in one of New Jersey’s safest towns. In June 2014, Derek and Maria Broaddus closed on 657 Boulevard in Westfield for \$1.3 million. They’d worked for years to give their three children this life — the kind of neighborhood where nothing bad ever happens.
By E. hasan5 months ago in Horror
The Girl in the Elevator: The Haunting of the Cecil Hotel. Content Warning.
Built in 1924 in the heart of downtown Los Angeles, the Cecil began as a glamorous stop for travelers. Marble floors, gilded fixtures, and a grand lobby that promised prosperity. But over the decades, the dream curdled. The hotel’s location—just blocks from Skid Row—and its reputation for crime and suicide drew the broken, the desperate, and the dangerous.
By E. hasan5 months ago in Horror
A Final Dance With Death
“We were all angels, once,” Morteziel says wistfully. A mere shadow of her former self, golden wings blackened by what she’s become: Death, one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse. The horse she sits on is white, pale as- well, her. How I hate the dark cowl that obscures her face, hides her silver hair that shines with moonlight.
By Muhammad Sabeel6 months ago in Horror
Stranger Things Season 5
The highly anticipated fifth and final season of *Stranger Things* is set to conclude the beloved sci-fi horror saga with an explosive, emotional, and action-packed finale. With a star-studded cast, an expanded mythology of the Upside Down, and a climactic battle against Vecna, Season 5 promises to be the biggest and most ambitious installment yet. Below, we break down everything we know so far—from the release schedule and plot details to new characters and behind-the-scenes secrets.
By Danyal Hashmi6 months ago in Horror
"The Last Knock"
Ali stepped off the last bus of the night, the chilly wind whispering through the empty streets. He clutched his coat tighter and glanced at his phone — 11:53 PM. The streetlights flickered, casting strange patterns on the cracked road. His home was only ten minutes away, but tonight, the silence felt heavier.
By Janalam6 months ago in Horror
The Whispering House
The Whispering House It was almost midnight when Adeel’s car broke down on the deserted road. The storm overhead growled, and rain poured like shattered glass from the sky. He cursed under his breath, looking around for any sign of shelter. In the distance, beyond a line of twisted trees, a faint light glimmered. With no better option, he grabbed his bag and walked toward it. As he drew closer, the light revealed itself to be from a grand but decaying mansion. Its windows were fractured, its roof sagged like tired shoulders, and vines crawled up its walls like skeletal fingers. Still, the glow from a single upper-floor window felt like an invitation—or a warning. Pushing the heavy, groaning gate open, Adeel stepped inside. The air smelled of damp wood and something metallic… almost like blood. His footsteps echoed as he crossed the marble floor, the flicker of a candle catching his eye. “Hello?” he called. No answer. A narrow staircase curled upward, and against his better judgment, he climbed it. The candlelight came from a room at the end of a hallway lined with portraits. Each painting depicted a person with unnaturally pale skin and dark, hollow eyes. As Adeel walked past, he swore their eyes followed him. He reached the lit room and found a single candle on a table. Beside it lay an old diary. The leather cover was cracked, and a rusty clasp hung broken. Rain rattled the cracked window, and lightning lit the room for a moment—long enough for Adeel to see something in the corner. A shadow. Tall. Still. Watching. When the next flash came, it was gone. Adeel’s hands trembled as he opened the diary. The first page was dated 1893 and written in flowing, delicate handwriting: “We must not listen to the whispers after midnight. They promise love, but they bring only death.” The pages became more frantic as the years passed—scribbles, dark stains, and drawings of twisted faces. One entry stood out, dated the night before the writing stopped: “They are inside now. They have taken Mother. I hear them at my door, whispering my name. If anyone finds this, do not answer them.” A low voice broke the silence. “Adeel…” He froze. The voice was coming from the hallway. His mind screamed to run, but his legs felt heavy. The whisper came again, closer, curling into his ears like smoke. “Adeel… help me…” It sounded like his younger sister’s voice—impossible, because she was miles away. Against every warning in the diary, he called out: “Who’s there?” The air grew colder. The candle guttered, shadows stretching unnaturally along the walls. A shape emerged from the darkness: tall, faceless, with limbs too long for its body. Where a face should have been, a gaping mouth whispered in his sister’s voice again. “Come closer…” Adeel stumbled backward, but the hallway behind him had changed. It was longer, darker, the portraits now showing twisted, screaming faces. The whispering multiplied, filling the air until it was unbearable—hundreds of voices calling his name. He turned and ran. Every door he passed led to the same hallway again. The mansion had become a maze, alive and bending. He could feel something following him, its breath brushing the back of his neck. Finally, he burst into the main hall. The front door was wide open, though he didn’t remember leaving it that way. Rain poured outside, but something about the darkness beyond felt wrong—thicker than night, shifting like liquid. The whispers stopped. The silence was worse. Adeel took one step toward the exit, and the darkness outside moved. Two pale hands reached out from it, grasping the doorframe. A face—no, not a face, just a mouth—emerged, smiling too wide. “You came to me,” it said. The floor beneath Adeel cracked. A dozen hands shot out from the wood, grabbing his ankles, his wrists, pulling him down. He screamed, but the sound was swallowed by the mansion itself. The last thing he saw before darkness took him was the candle upstairs, still burning. When the storm passed, the mansion stood silent. In the upper-floor room, the diary’s last page had changed. The new writing was shaky, fresh: “They have taken Adeel. If you hear your name… do not answer them.”
By Janalam6 months ago in Horror
The Whispering Doll
The Whispering Doll Emily had always hated the attic. It was a forgotten realm in her family's old farmhouse, filled with cobwebs, dusty trunks, and the faint smell of mildew. But on that rainy afternoon in late October, boredom drove her up the creaky ladder. She was twelve, too old for dolls but young enough to be curious about the relics her grandmother had left behind.
By Md Abul Kasem6 months ago in Horror