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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 Hollow Eyes
It was the kind of house that looked haunted even in daylight. The kind of place where every creaking floorboard seemed to whisper secrets, and every shadow held something just beyond the edge of your vision. Ethan had never believed in ghosts, but there was something about this house, his new home, that made him uneasy. It wasn’t the peeling wallpaper or the drafty windows. It was something else, something he couldn’t quite name.
By Parth Bharatvanshiabout a year ago in Horror
Whispers in the Walls
It had been a long day for Sarah. After weeks of searching, she had finally found a place to call home—an old Victorian house at the edge of town. The place was a steal, an opportunity she couldn’t pass up. The house stood tall, its once-beautiful exterior now faded and weathered, with ivy creeping up the sides like the fingers of a forgotten past. But to Sarah, it was perfect. Quiet, secluded, and just the right amount of charm to begin her new life in solitude.
By Parth Bharatvanshiabout a year ago in Horror
The Hollow Watcher
Lena had always considered herself a skeptic. She didn’t believe in ghosts or spirits, and certainly not in the strange legends her grandmother often told her about the old mansion at the end of the street. But when she inherited the mansion after her grandmother’s passing, she felt obligated to move in. The old woman had left no instructions, no will, just a set of keys, and a cryptic letter that simply read, “Be careful with the eyes.”
By Parth Bharatvanshiabout a year ago in Horror
The Hollow Mirror
Late at night, when the house was still and the moonlight filtered in through the curtains, Allison found herself drawn to the antique mirror she had inherited from her grandmother. It had sat untouched in the attic for years, its dark, polished surface covered in dust. But for some reason, tonight was different. Tonight, the mirror seemed to call to her, beckoning her with an unseen force she couldn’t explain.
By Parth Bharatvanshiabout a year ago in Horror
The Shapeshifter's Window
It was midnight when Lila moved into her new apartment. The place was small and unremarkable, save for one strange feature: a large, old mirror embedded in the wall of the bedroom. The mirror was gilded, its edges curling into ornate, twisted shapes, and though it was beautifully crafted, something about it felt… off.
By Parth Bharatvanshiabout a year ago in Horror
The Whispering Forest
When Maya moved to the small town of Hazelridge, she was just looking for a fresh start. Her job as a freelance photographer allowed her to live anywhere, and the cheap rent and quiet atmosphere of the town seemed ideal. The locals were friendly but evasive when it came to questions about the nearby woods. People whispered that strange things happened there, and a nervous hush fell over them whenever the forest was mentioned.
By Parth Bharatvanshiabout a year ago in Horror
The Lantern Keeper
A heavy fog rolled through the small fishing town of Alder Bay, settling over the crumbling docks and rusted boats like a shroud. Anna had always been drawn to the coast, the sound of waves calming her nerves, but this fog made her uneasy. It was thick, suffocating, almost as if it had a mind of its own. And then there was the lighthouse.
By Parth Bharatvanshiabout a year ago in Horror
The Mirror’s Echo
In the old Ashwood Manor, there was a mirror. It had hung on the wall in the upstairs hallway for as long as anyone could remember, its surface murky and clouded with age. The townsfolk said it was haunted, a relic of dark rituals practiced by the original owner, Lady Elara Ashwood, a reclusive figure who vanished mysteriously one cold winter night in 1894. The legend was simple yet chilling: look into the mirror, and it would reveal the darkest parts of your soul.
By Parth Bharatvanshiabout a year ago in Horror
The Last Passenger
It was the middle of winter when Victor boarded the last train of the night. The station was almost empty, save for a few scattered souls who seemed to fade in and out of the shadows as if they were just as lost as he felt. He had missed his last bus, and this train—the one that was supposed to take him home—was his only option.
By Parth Bharatvanshiabout a year ago in Horror
The Forgotten Clocktower
In the heart of a forgotten village, perched on the edge of a hill, stood an old clocktower. The village had long since been abandoned, and the clocktower had ceased to function over a hundred years ago. The hands of the clock had frozen at midnight, a symbol of the village's slow decline, a village that had faded from the maps and from memory.
By Parth Bharatvanshiabout a year ago in Horror
The Whispers Beneath the Floorboards
The night was heavy with rain, a constant tapping against the windows that seemed to mock Emma’s growing unease. She had recently moved into the old Victorian house on the outskirts of town, eager for a fresh start after a difficult breakup. The house was spacious, with creaking floorboards and an eerie charm—exactly what she had been looking for. But from the moment she stepped through the door, something had felt... wrong.
By Parth Bharatvanshiabout a year ago in Horror
