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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 House on the Hill
It was a dark and stormy night when Sarah, a young woman in her early twenties, found herself lost in the woods. She had been driving for hours, trying to find her way back to the highway, but the rain had made the roads slippery and the wind had knocked down the road signs. Just as she was about to give up hope, she saw a light in the distance. It was coming from a house on top of a hill.
By M Bilal Anayat3 years ago in Horror
The Haunted Mansion: Triumph Over Darkness
In the heart of the subcontinent, there was a village called Narakpur that had a dark secret. The villagers would never speak of it, but they all knew that something sinister lurked in the shadows.
By Ashley paul3 years ago in Horror
The Woods
The Woods It was supposed to be a weekend camping trip with his friends, a chance to escape the city and enjoy the great outdoors. But as soon as they entered the woods, something felt off. The air was thick with an eerie silence, and the trees seemed to loom over them menacingly.
By Chaudhary Uzair Shafaqat Sidhu3 years ago in Horror
Mirror Ball Madness
***Content Warnings provided at the end, please read those first if you have any concerns and won’t mind possible spoilers***
By Leslie Writes3 years ago in Horror
Reflections of Terror
Samantha had always been fascinated with antique furniture. She spent her weekends browsing through local thrift stores and garage sales in search of hidden treasures. One day, she stumbled upon an old, ornate mirror that caught her eye. It was a beautiful piece, with intricate carvings and a sense of history that seemed to radiate from it. Without hesitation, Samantha bought the mirror and brought it home.
By Shoaib Nisar3 years ago in Horror
The Lament of the Forgotten
Nestled amidst the gloom of a desolate moor, there stood a once-grand mansion, now crumbling under the weight of neglect and decay. The home of the enigmatic Montressor family, it held within its walls a dark and terrible secret, whispered in hushed tones by the villagers who dwelt in the shadow of its ruin.
By Grimwald3 years ago in Horror
A middle-aged woman discovers a ghost
As a middle-aged woman, Mary had always been skeptical of the supernatural. She had never believed in ghosts, spirits, or anything else that couldn't be seen or explained. But that all changed when she moved into her new home.
By Hafiz Shahbaz3 years ago in Horror
The Witch's Twisted Blessing
In the depths of an ancient forest, far from the prying eyes of the world, there dwelt a witch of great and terrible power. Her name was Morwenna, and her age was beyond the count of mortal years. Her dwelling, a twisted and gnarled hut, seemed to be an extension of the forest itself, hidden from sight beneath the shadows of the ancient trees.
By Grimwald3 years ago in Horror
The Melancholic Masquerade
In the twilight hours of a sombre autumn evening, the esteemed members of the Deveraux family gathered for their annual masquerade ball. The great mansion, perched atop a precipice overlooking the sea, was adorned with flickering candles casting ghostly shadows on the walls. The night was veiled in a sinister mist, as if the very essence of death hovered at the edge of the gathering.
By Grimwald3 years ago in Horror
The Broken Mirror: A Haunted Reflection of Terror
I was pulled to the huge, decorated mirror in the corner as soon as I entered the antique store. It had a gold frame and elaborate carvings, the mirror you might expect to find in a lavish ballroom. Even though it was beautiful, something was unsettling about it, and as I walked up to it, I couldn’t help but feel uneasy.
By PR Sagar3 years ago in Horror
The Dark Pact of Griswold
In the small, gloomy village of Griswold, nestled deep in the heart of an ancient and foreboding forest, there lived a man of peculiar disposition. A man whose very existence seemed to be shrouded in the most sinister of mysteries. His name was Mortimer Fallow, and he was a recluse, a scholar of the dark and hidden knowledge that man ought to leave untouched. The villagers, stricken with an inexplicable dread, whispered rumors about him, as if the very act of speaking his name would bring forth calamity.
By Grimwald3 years ago in Horror
The Midnight Intruder
Sarah woke up in the middle of the night, feeling a chill run down her spine. She rubbed her arms, trying to warm herself up, but the cold seemed to seep into her bones.
By Geetanjali Naidu3 years ago in Horror