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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.

Skullbound
Words I never spoke beat their wings against the skull— silence cracks like bone.
By Ana Carter3 months ago in Horror
Whispers from the Lantern: The Keeper's Lament
SEASON 1 Chapter 1 The sea at Blackwater Point was never truly silent. It was a restless, churning entity, a constant whisper against the cliffs, a low, guttural growl in the hollows of the rocks. But on the night the new keeper arrived, the whispers had a different quality. They sounded like names.
By Tales That Breathe at Night3 months ago in Horror
The Mirror Room. AI-Generated.
The first time Evelyn saw the room, she thought it was a trick of the light. A thin slit of silver in the far end of the hallway, where no door had ever been before.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Horror
Whispers in the Static. AI-Generated.
The tape began with silence. Then, a faint hum — like electricity breathing. Dr. Adrian Vale leaned closer to the speaker, pen trembling in his hand.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Horror
Bad to the Bone – A Psychopathic Killer with No Remorse. AI-Generated.
The first time Detective Mara Vance saw the photos, she didn’t flinch. Years on the force had hardened her eyes, but something about this case felt different—colder.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Horror
Teeth Grinding in the Dark
I. Beneath the Skin of the Earth There are hideous creatures lurking far below, in the bowels of the earth, waiting, hungry, crouched low in the darkness. Their heavy, strange breathing is a weird counterpoint to the incessant dripping of water; but, in the caverns, in the caves that twist and snake below the surface of things, there is the ominous drone of empty space, the filtering of air, carrying the noxious vibratory hum of flesh curdling like cheese in vast darkness. Below, here, in this space below the surface, these subterranean vaults and crypts, are the bones of the Elders, the burying ground of a suppressed yesteryear; brooded over by hideous, white things, fur-bearing fungoids in the deep, black pools of the tunneled night.
By Tom Baker3 months ago in Horror
The S.S. Ourang Medan: The Ship of the Dead
On a sweltering day in the summer of 1947, somewhere in the narrow throat of the Strait of Malacca, a radio operator aboard a Dutch freighter sent out a message that would echo through maritime history.
By Veil of Shadows3 months ago in Horror
Zashiki Warashi: The Playful Japanese Ghost That Brings Fortune and Fear
The Zashiki-warashi is a fascinating Japanese mythical being, a ghost child with a reputation both for tricks and for having phenomenal good fortune for the family in which it resides. Its roots lie deep within Japanese myth of the northernmost Tohoku region, building a complex figure that is as much about tricks as it is about tragedy.
By Kyrol Mojikal3 months ago in Horror
Japan's Haunted Round Schoolhouse: The Ghosts of Numahigashi Elementary
Of the dozens of haunted sites in Japan, a land that by no means has a shortage of ghostly legend, there is no more tragic history than that of the Round Schoolhouse—Numahigashi Elementary School. It's not a tale of a sudden massacre or an ancient evil curse, but a slow-motion, strangling tragedy born of war, a tale that has soaked into the very concrete of its symbolic round walls.
By Kyrol Mojikal3 months ago in Horror
The Silver Syringe
To whom it may concern, I loved her yet I murdered her. Or rather, I should say, it was that cursed instrument of Lucifer himself that did so! The same of which you have, no doubt, since found protruding from my purple, bloated corpse. I lament for the one of whom pulled that wretched item from my vein. For you have now lost your soul. Forgive me. This is my confession - a cautionary tale in a post-mortem attempt to rid humanity of that wicked, wicked harbinger of doom!
By E. L. Soto3 months ago in Horror
The House That Opens Itself : SEASON FINALE. Content Warning.
Chapter 13 : The Knife Wakes Dome Beta - Willow Creek Encampment October 14th, 2021 - 10:29 AM THE AFTERMATH OF LIGHT
By Tales That Breathe at Night3 months ago in Horror
The Vanishing: Five Lost in the Bennington Triangle
Prologue — Cold Wind Over Glastenbury The wind comes down off Glastenbury Mountain like a long, patient breath. It moves through the black spruce and red maple, rattles the old logging roads, and combs the cleared lines where a town used to be. If you stand quiet enough, you can hear it whistle through things that are no longer here: clapboard houses, mill wheels, footfalls. Voices.
By Veil of Shadows3 months ago in Horror