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 Midnight Slasher
For several years now, on the midnight of every month's end, a killer stalks the streets of New Orleans. One that strikes in the dark, within the most hidden corners of the city. He or she has never been caught. Not that police haven't tried to catch this mysterious killer, only they seem to slip the sights of Detectives alike. Whoever this stranger is, they are skilled and resourceful, someone who knows the law system a little too well, in order to escape it so easily. Many speculate it is a rogue police officer, taking up the role of a vigilante, as the killer only murders drug dealers, con artists and sometimes other killers. They are clearly someone who believes in a certain sense of lethal justice. They always use sharp blades, presumably because this is a silent weapon that is quick to slaughter. Only a small handful of survivors have faced this so-called 'Midnight Slasher' and lived to tell the tale. The following are three known encounters with this mysterious, deadly stranger.
By Joseph Roy Wrightabout a year ago in Horror
Darkness.. Content Warning.
There was only one rule: don't open the door. I had been told this rule so many times by the neighbors who lived in my apartment block, though I thought it was just a myth; rumors always fly around among neighbors who live in old apartments. I gazed at the door wondering whether I should go in there.
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Horror
GasLighted
There was only one rule: Don’t open the door. Staring out at the empty night, Jim drummed fingers on the counter. He had taken this job at the gas station to pay his rent while attending the local community college. Third shift worked well: the station was quiet after midnight, providing ample study time.
By Andrew C McDonaldabout a year ago in Horror
Midnight Terror Part 1: Rajiv's Cursed Mansion
Midnight Terror Part 1: Rajiv's Cursed Mansion One quiet evening in the Indian city of Pune, I was sitting with my friend Ram at a café overlooking a busy street. The sky was darkening, and the air was filled with the aroma of Indian food and spices. At that moment, a strange question crossed my mind that I had been hesitating to ask Ram for a while. I had heard about an abandoned mansion at the end of Baner Street, next to a small lake. The horror stories surrounding the mansion were being told by people in the city, but I had not known many of the details.
By Muzamel Sayedabout a year ago in Horror
Frozen Purgatory
There was 0nly one rule: don’t open the door. Ice rimed, cracked, frost bitten windows. Encroaching wind a miniature arctic blast. Fingers aching - blue, brittle. Cupped hands raise to mouth… Frozen lungs puff breath. Warmth. No. Arctic breath - frozen vaporous lattice - envelops my clenched shut frozen hands.
By Andrew C McDonaldabout a year ago in Horror
Halloween Ends
Halloween Ends was a letdown. Let’s say Corey took up the mantle. That was the movie that was set up. Why did this not happen? The hospital scene in Kills was heavy-handed but could have made more sense with Corey being the new killer. Haddonfield knew what happened when they succumbed to fear. Instead of succumbing to fear, Corey was what happens when one gives into the darkness.
By DJ Robbinsabout a year ago in Horror
Fleeting Life
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. As the click of the high heels grew louder Curtis covered his mouth and held his breath. From under the bed he watched as the red heels entered the room and went straight to the closet. The closet door flew open, followed by an irritated click of a tongue, and then it was slammed shut. When the shoes turned to point at the bed Curtis broke out in goosebumps. The shoes turned when they reached the bed and it shifted as she sat down.
By Colt Hendersonabout a year ago in Horror
The Unfed. Runner-up in Spooky Micro Challenge.
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. That’s what they told me when they hired me for the strange security job. The pay was great. Maybe that’s why I endured the creepy desolate lab, but the lab wasn’t the worst part. Getting paid to watch a frail girl just felt wrong. If my girlfriend wasn’t pregnant I doubt I’d have returned after seeing her in the monitor.
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Horror
