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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 Girl Under the Bed
Let me tell you a story that still keeps me up some nights. It’s not made up. It’s something that happened when I was 12, the year my family moved into a new house in the quiet part of town. It was a peaceful street, big trees, friendly neighbors. The kind of place where nothing bad ever happens.
By Silas Blackwood7 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
Whispers in the Ruins: The Ghosts of Tat Tak School
A School Born of Community and Conflict (1931-1998) Tat Tak School began in 1931 as one of the first schools in Hong Kong's New Territories, initially occupying the centuries-old Yu Kiu ancestral hall in Ping Shan village. It was a vital resource for the education of children of local villagers at a time of limited access to education. By 1974, the number of students increased to over 700, and it had to relocate to a larger U-shaped concrete building along North-South Road. Despite its importance in the community, the school was abruptly closed in 1998 after 67 years of operation, and the building was abandoned to decay and encroaching vegetation.
By Kyrol Mojikal7 months ago in Horror
THE BLOOD ORCHARD OF MONTE SILENZIO
CHAPTER 1: THE INHERITANCE Italy's Most Haunted Vineyard ...The Truth Behind Monte Silenzio The letter arrived precisely at 3:33 PM, though Luca would swear later the post had already come that morning. The parchment was unnaturally thick between his fingers, its fibers pulsing faintly like slow-beating veins. When he turned it over, the wax seal cracked open with a sound like a dying man's last breath, releasing the scent of Merlot and something far older - the iron-rich stench of blood long dried but never forgotten.
By Tales That Breathe at Night7 months ago in Horror
