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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.
Lupine Feast. Top Story - October 2024.
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. The sign was posted above the frame. Huge letters -crimson, black. Smeared, grainy; indelible. My erstwhile host had disappeared. Like a phantasm he had appeared in the forest just as I thought I would surely die in this god forsaken wilderness.
By Andrew C McDonaldabout a year ago in Horror
Smile 2
The terrifying world of Smile is set to return with its highly anticipated sequel, Smile 2. Following the success of the original film, which became a surprise hit with horror fans, the expectations for this follow-up are sky-high. Here’s everything you need to know about Smile 2 and why it’s set to become one of the most talked-about horror movies in recent years.
By Ƒนʀƙเ ฬʀเτєรabout a year ago in Horror
Do Not Open the Door
Do Not Open the Door The wind howled through the cracks in the old wooden cabin, its mournful cry echoing off the desolate mountains. It was a stormy night, the kind where even the bravest of souls would rather stay inside, far away from the dangers lurking in the dark wilderness. Yet here I was, alone in my grandfather's secluded cabin, miles from the nearest town, with nothing but the faint glow of a dying fireplace for company.
By Dipak Pawarabout a year ago in Horror
The Forbidden Door: A Tale of Secrets and Shadows. AI-Generated.
It was a simple rule, etched into the worn wood above the heavy oak door. Yet, for the young man, it held an irresistible allure. The room beyond was shrouded in darkness, its secrets tantalizingly out of reach. Curiosity gnawed at him, a persistent itch he couldn't scratch.
By James Smithabout a year ago in Horror
...Another for the Shadows
"There was only one rule: don't open the door." Mortimer Savage, the haybale of a man who confronted me as I entered the little shack before he locked the door, told me with all the grace expected from a nightwatchman on too much Nyquil. He had a loud baby pink jumpsuit, similar to the King's in his heyday, and a quiff a mouse could ski jump from. He didn't say much, which meant the man would likely get a one-star Airbnb review. But his charm was wearing thin, so I was pleased he disappeared. I needed money, and what was the worst that could happen?
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Horror
The Whispers of Blackwood Manor
The Whispers of Blackwood Manor In a forgotten corner of the English countryside, where the fog lay thick over the ground and the gnarled trees twisted like skeletal fingers, stood Blackwood Manor. It was a grand estate, once a beacon of elegance, but now its grandeur had faded into shadow. The locals spoke in hushed tones about the manor, warning each other to steer clear after dark, for the spirit of Lady Eleanor Blackwood still roamed its halls, mourning the life she lost.
By Dipak Pawarabout a year ago in Horror
