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Special effects may be lacking, but vintage horror films still manage to keep our palms sweating and blood pumping; a look back at retro horror films, stories, books and characters that prove everything is scarier in black and white.

The Devil’s Footprints: England’s 1855 Panic
"In 1855, Devon awoke to hoofprints stretching over 100 miles. They climbed houses, crossed rivers, and vanished into legend. No one ever found what walked there."
By Veil of Shadows5 months ago in Horror
The Last Message
It started with a message... Emma, a 23-year-old student from London, had always been curious about the darker side of the internet. A self-proclaimed “paranormal enthusiast,” she loved browsing through mysterious forums, reading creepy tales, and watching strange, unsolved disappearances. One night, after scrolling through a forum she hadn’t visited before, she came across an unusual post titled “Send a Message to the Future, and It Will Reply.”
By ABDU LLAH5 months ago in Horror
Daddy's Deadly Darling (a.k.a. Pigs)
🐖 Part One: A Pig’s Appetite and a Lady’s Touch One of the most inhospitable things I can think of is inviting someone over to dinner simply to bash in their skull and, when they fall over into the gravy, drag them outdoors to the hog shed, strip them, gut them like a fish, hang their bloody carcass up by a meat hook, and then feed their innards—eventually the whole carcass (what can't be put to other purposes)—to pigs.
By Tom Baker5 months ago in Horror
The Knock at 2 A.M.
I don’t usually wake up at 2 A.M. I am the kind of person who sleeps like a rock. But that night, something pulled me out of my dreams—like a string yanking me awake.
By ETS_Story5 months ago in Horror
The Acid Bath Murderer: England’s Most Chilling Conman-Turned-Killer. Content Warning.
The press would name him the “Acid Bath Murderer,” and his trial in 1949 would horrify a nation still recovering from war.
By E. hasan5 months ago in Horror
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
The Whispering Key of Blackwood Manor
The telegram had an old-fashioned feel, with thick cream paper and black ink that ran through it. It was the sort of thing I would have found amusing if it had been delivered today. It conveyed in three sentences that my great-aunt Helena had passed away and had left Blackwood Manor to me. The envelope was secured with a key, an old-fashioned iron piece tied up with black thread. According to the courier, the house had been waiting....
By Osman Ahmed5 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 Patient Logs
PATIENT ID: A-093 Name: N/A Age: Approx. 32 Condition: Temporal Identity Recurrence (TIR) Date of Admission: Unknown Log Entry #1:
By Atif khurshaid5 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