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Stories in Horror that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Backyard Skulls. Content Warning.
February 2007 His blade slices through the fleshy parts with ease. It’s graceful, disgusting but graceful. How he holds that carved handle with equal parts purpose and delicacy, as if he’s painting a rummage sale art piece to hang over a fireplace.
By Christy Munson2 years ago in Horror
One to See, One to Speak, One to Listen
Contains gore and horror some readers may find disturbing. Rated 14+ Author's Intro: This story is meant to revive the Gothic literature so famously crafted by one of my favourite writer's, Edgar Allen Poe, and as such, the language and style is deliberately antiquated. Thank you for reading my all time favourite work of horror - Les
By Call Me Les18 days ago in Horror
Creeps
Climbing from her apartment window onto the rusty fire escape, she carefully avoided the sharp bits she had snagged herself on before. Up a few more ladders and landings, she finally ascended to the rooftop. Laying on her back, she peered up at the stars that began appearing in the night sky. She had done this since she was a girl. Long ago, it became too dangerous to travel on the ground, significantly as night fell. However, from this particular vantage point, the world looked the same as before the reckoning, except for the decrease of smog. She felt like she could reach up and touch the twinkling lights above her and swirl them around her fingers like diamond rings.
By S.N. Evans2 years ago in Horror
Legends of Sandwood Bay in Scotland
Way up on the rugged northwest coast of the Scottish Highlands is Sandwood Bay, a remote beach reached by a 4-mile (about 6.5 km) journey on foot. There are some strange stories from the area that haven't become widespread enough for most people to know of. For those with an appetite for dark intrigue—and I know you're one of them—Sandwood Bay is more than just a beach; it's where nature's beauty intersects with eerie legends of phantom mariners, mysterious lights, imposing mermaids, and ancient shipwrecks.
By J.A. Hernandez2 years ago in Horror
The Widow's Call
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. Percy obscured the foreground, followed by Donaghue, and finally myself in the rear. We rocked in the belly of a merchant vessel bound for the Royal coast; the mirror was the first piece of cargo stumbled upon in our pursuit of transport treasure.
By Zack Graham3 years ago in Horror






