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SEASON 2 : The Black Lung Communion: How a Surgeon’s Journal Sparked a Demonic Outbreak
CHAPTER 3: THE INTRAVENOUS CONFESSION The iron door to the old wing was cold, its surface pitted with rust and something darker that looked like old bloodstains. The master key felt alien in Liam’s hand, a sliver of cold metal that seemed to pulse with a malevolent life of its own.
By Tales That Breathe at Night5 months ago in Horror
Cradle of Death
What wouldn’t a mother do? If she was truly committed to saving the life of her sick baby, apparently, next to nothing. In this Season One episode of the always excellent "Friday the Thirteenth: The Series," a woman named Leslie Kent (Lynn Cormack, in a role with a sort of suburban evil queen aspect to it) with a coffin-like cradle and her weak, easily dominated husband seek to preserve the life of a sick infant (read: changeling child) by hunting down and murdering folks. Near a body of water.
By Tom Baker5 months ago in Horror
The Last Performance. Content Warning.
London, 1893. Fog thickened over Drury Lane, clinging to the cobblestones as though reluctant to part with the earth. The lamps burned dim, their halos swallowed by mist, but still a line gathered before the old theater. They came in furs and fine coats, eager to witness the final appearance of Adrian Mallory, the violinist whose music had bewitched Europe for more than a decade.
By E. hasan5 months ago in Horror
Don’t Open the Door
I’ve always thought living alone was freedom. No arguments about dishes, no noise I didn’t choose, no one asking why I was awake at three in the morning. Just me, my books, and the quiet.
By ETS_Story5 months ago in Horror
The Black Lung Communion: How a Surgeon’s Journal Sparked a Demonic Outbreak
CHAPTER 1: “THE BREATHING X-RAY” The air in St. Hedwig’s records room smelled of yellowing paper and regret. It was a scent Dr. Liam Evans had grown accustomed to over twenty years of service, but tonight, it felt different. Thicker. As if the walls themselves were holding their breath.
By Tales That Breathe at Night5 months ago in Horror
(True Story) My Neighbour Was Being Slaughtered and I Did Nothing. Content Warning.
I still remember the sound. It didn’t sound human. You know how when you’re cutting wood, there’s that rhythm? A thud, a pause, another thud, each one heavier than the last? That’s what it sounded like… coming from the apartment above mine. Except…it wasn’t wood.
By The Purple Olympian5 months ago in Horror
Collateral Damage. Content Warning.
Hell is quieter than fire. It’s the silence I walk with, the silence I sleep beside after I "pray". I think of escape the way you think
By Meg J5 months ago in Horror
THE GHOST IN THE CODE - PART 2
THE GHOST IN THE CODE - PART 2 The buzz inside Pages & Prose was a symphony Elena thought she’d never hear again. It wasn’t just the murmur of conversations or the ring of the old-fashioned cash register; it was the sound of a heart restarting. For weeks, the shop thrived. The story of the tech-wizard who returned a library to save a bookstore was a potent local legend, fueled by a beautifully human-interest piece that, notably, never mentioned VeriTech by name. Noah had become a permanent fixture, his sleek laptop now sharing a desk with her leather-bound ledger.
By Homepinx5 months ago in Horror
The Villisca Axe Murders: Iowa’s Unsolved Nightmare That Still Haunts. Content Warning.
The crime scene that awaited discovery was horrifying: an entire family and two young houseguests brutally murdered with an axe in their own home. The case would captivate the nation, confound investigators, and leave a lingering aura of dread over the town.
By E. hasan5 months ago in Horror
The Devereaux Deaths. Content Warning.
They say it began in 1694, when Captain Jonathan Devereaux, lord of the windswept estate in Cornwall, returned from the Indies with a fortune carved in blood and betrayal. He had stolen from friend and foe alike, selling cargo that was not his and leaving shipmates to rot in foreign waters. But his greatest sin was darker still: a betrayal of his own brother, whom he left stranded on a reef to drown, while Jonathan sailed home alone with the gold.
By E. hasan5 months ago in Horror
The Mannequin’s Last Gaze. Content Warning.
London, 1897. Fog clung to the streets like a suffocating shawl, blurring gas lamps into smudges of yellow flame. On Savile Row, where gentlemen’s names were sewn into silk linings and fortunes measured in wool, one shop stood apart for its quiet magnetism: Wexler & Sons, Tailors of Distinction
By E. hasan5 months ago in Horror
The Smiley Face Murder Theory: Coincidence or Coordinated Killings?. Content Warning.
At the center of their controversial investigation was a chilling pattern: graffiti near many of the death sites, often depicting a crude but unmistakable smiley face. From this detail, the Smiley Face Murder Theory was born — a theory suggesting that dozens, perhaps even hundreds, of young men across America had not drowned by chance, but had been stalked, drugged, abducted, and murdered by an organized network of killers.
By E. hasan5 months ago in Horror