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.
The Girl in the Window
It all started with a boy named Ravi. He was 12, quiet, loved drawing, and had just moved into a very old house with his parents in a small village. The house had peeling wallpaper, creaky wooden floors, and—this is important—a single narrow window in his bedroom, facing the woods behind the house.
By Silas Blackwood7 months ago in Horror
The Mirror Guest
It all started with an old mirror. You see, mirrors are supposed to reflect what is. But what if they start showing you things that shouldn't be there? What if they remember things you never did, faces you never wore, or worse—someone else inside them?
By Silas Blackwood7 months ago in Horror
The Face in the Window. Content Warning.
I’d always liked my apartment because it was on the top floor. A tiny one-bedroom tucked into the corner of a creaky old building, far enough up that nobody could just stare in from the street. It felt safe — my sanctuary after long shifts at work.
By Gift Wesley Sage7 months ago in Horror
The Man Who Followed Me Home
Hey, can I tell you something that still gives me chills? It happened last year, around late October. You know, when the days start getting shorter, the air smells like wet leaves, and everything feels just a little off. I had just moved to a new town—small, quiet, the kind of place where nothing big ever really happens. At least, that’s what I thought.
By Silas Blackwood7 months ago in Horror
The Hollowing: How a Village’s Children Became Vessels for Something Older
Season 1 Chapter 1 : Whispers Before the Silence The village of Eldwynd was forgotten by most maps, nestled in a low valley surrounded by dense pines that whispered secrets to the wind. To outsiders, it was a quaint hamlet where time had seemingly paused ....weathered cottages, a single dusty road, and the faint, distant tolling of the church bell every hour. But beneath its sleepy veneer, Eldwynd held a story that even its oldest residents dared not speak aloud.
By Tales That Breathe at Night7 months ago in Horror
Don’t Answer When They Knock
Let me tell you something that happened to me this year—May 2025, to be exact. It’s one of those stories people might not believe, but I swear on everything: If you hear a knock late at night, and no one is supposed to be there—do not answer.
By Silas Blackwood7 months ago in Horror
