slasher

Don't open that door! Psycho made slasher films a hallmark of the horror genre; explore iconic hackers, slashers, and chainsaw-wielding psychopaths, from the safety of your living room.

👾 Polybius: The Video Game That Didn't Just Play You — It Played With Your Mind. Content Warning.
In the murky haze of early 1980s arcades—amid the buzz of CRT screens and the scent of stale popcorn—there was said to be a machine unlike any other. Unmarked, dark, and strangely magnetic, the game known as Polybius allegedly appeared in a few suburbs of Portland, Oregon… and then disappeared forever.
By E. hasan6 months ago in Horror
THE HOSPITAL OF UNKNITTING
Season 1 CHAPTER 1: THE ADMISSION INTERVIEW The fluorescent lights buzzed like angry wasps as Dr. Eleanor Lorne gripped the clipboard. Patient #4479's intake form kept rewriting itself...the ink bubbling up into fresh words before her eyes.
By Tales That Breathe at Night6 months ago in Horror
Open Me Only When I’m Dead. Content Warning.
She was dead now. My grandmother. And I had the crowbar in my hands. Grandmother wasn’t the sentimental type. Cold-blooded, my mother used to say. “She raised me like a plant she forgot to water.” Yet at the funeral, they buried her with a rosary clenched so tightly in her fist it left red imprints on her bones. She died with her jaw unhinged. Not metaphorically — it literally hung open, dislocated, as if she’d been screaming when her heart stopped.
By E. hasan6 months ago in Horror
The Boat Trip
I watched my boyfriend, Marcus, swimming in the ocean. He thought it would be the perfect time to jump into the water, and go for a swim.
By Emy Quinn6 months ago in Horror
Into the Sewers
I crouched down in the dark, trying to make myself as small as possible. I could feel the damp, cold concrete through my thin t-shirt. There was a steady drip-drip towards the back of the pipe I’d chosen to hide in.
By Mother Combs6 months ago in Horror
The quiet one walks again . Content Warning.
I hadn’t spoken in years — not since the incident. Not even when they pushed my brother’s things into my arms — blood still soaking the folded hoodie. Not when they said, “You’re the only one left, Mallory. You have to try.”
By E. hasan6 months ago in Horror
Whispers in the Fog
Eli Porter had only meant to visit Grey Hollow for a weekend. He was a travel blogger, always on the hunt for forgotten towns with stories to tell. But Grey Hollow wasn’t just forgotten—it had been erased. No phone signal, no Wi-Fi, and the last known article about it was dated 1964. That was the hook.
By Atif khurshaid6 months ago in Horror
LINGER . AI-Generated.
The sun dipped behind palm shadows. Cayenne Cove slipped into silence. The tourists were gone. He arrived with the dusk, a stranger gliding through unlocked doors and cracked windows. Not to steal—just to linger.
By Travis Johnson6 months ago in Horror
Creepshow 2 Did Not Deserve so Much Hate from Critics
I couldn’t understand how the sequel to the iconic Creepshow film received so much criticism. This anthology film had great stories that were well written, and despite the silliness of the insane ideas, it was terrifying!
By Emy Quinn6 months ago in Horror
The Laughing Courtyard: A Haunted Love Story That Ended in Blood
Ali and Zainab thought they had finally escaped the chaos of the city. When they found an old house on the edge of a quiet village, it felt like a blessing. The courtyard was wide and green, overflowing with roses and jasmine. A massive banyan tree stood in the center, its branches spread like open arms offering shelter.
By Ubaid Ur Rehman6 months ago in Horror
The House That Whispers Your Name
There is a house you must never visit. Not because it’s cursed. Not because it’s haunted. But because it knows your name, and it wants you back.
By Silas Blackwood7 months ago in Horror
The Lantern Bride
In the village of Sablewick, where the fog never truly lifted and the trees whispered to one another in the dark, there stood a lonely manor called Briar Hollow. It sat on a cliff overlooking the sea, its windows always dim, its doors always closed, and its gate held shut by rust and old regrets.
By Lucien Hollow 7 months ago in Horror