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The Storm Cellar
The storm door clacked against its frame without rhythm. Chickens scuttered through the dirt, clucking restlessly. The clouds had sunk low over the farmhouse. They smothered the earth, draining the…
Read NowTriumphus de Immaculata
“Shit” I said to myself, as I poured out the last bit of water in my three liter Poland Spring jug into the pot above my portable gas range. I…
Read NowNote of Confession
Alright, so, I've read some of the things on this site and from what I've gathered, all of it is simply here to scare, and most of it is based…
Read NowThe Greatest Downfall
I hope someone discovers this. I write to no one in particular, in hopes that this can be read by all. I write this with the intention of giving a…
Read NowThe Orchard
You're in a strange room. You don't remember how you got there, but you know that you don't necessarily need to be there. As such, you decide it would be…
Read NowThe Dog Stealer
Maddy, I just wanted to thank you again for letting me use Grandpa’s house. Things haven’t really turned around since I got laid off, and being able to stay here…
Read NowFrozen Release
A few years ago, I went hiking in northern Oregon with five close friends. Although we had planned the trip for months, we had no control over the weather, which…
Read NowFinding Myself
I was awake. Alive, thank goodness. At least, I thought I was alive. I was solid and whole. Except for my head. It felt as though there was a hole…
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The Final Hours: Party Girl
The door slams behind Monica as she stumbles into the hallway of an apartment complex, mascara streaming down her face. “Asshole,” she says. The word hisses out between her clenched…
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Hell Of A Water Bill
Alberto Nujas scrambles out of bed, quickly glancing at the clock. It’s two thirty-two in the morning, but when you gotta go, you gotta go. Alberto closes the bathroom door…
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The Library is Hungry
Most towns have a library. They’re public buildings, institutions of knowledge and fantasy. The books held within are almost sacred; librarians and their assistants: the priests and acolytes of knowledge…
Read NowSpirits of The Caribbean – Vwayaje O Diab
If you are familiar with the tiny island of Trinidad, the southernmost isle of the Caribbean, you may be aware that it is rich in folklore and tradition. You may…
Read NowA Lovecraftian Tale: Khezu of the Peaks
My name is Earl Farloth, and I was born and brought up in Arkham, Massachusetts. Many terrifying journeys have originated in my hometown, but I contest that mine is the…
Read NowIt’s Almost Time
“There’s an idea that hell is other people. My idea is that it might be repetition.” ~Stephen King I looked down at my feet as I walked along the weathered…
Read NowAeternam Tenebrae
A shadowy wind swept through the pines, shivering the trees with a cold they had not yet known. The creaking pines collided with one another in the freezing air. Snow…
Read NowThe Smooth, Black Stone
At the edge of the Pacific ocean, on some abandoned beach in the tropics, there is a large, smooth rock that sits just beyond the reach of the highest tides.…
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In the Water
I work in a psych ward. It’s a really strange ward, however. Most people have either done something horrific or had something unordinary happen to them. The unordinary happenings were…
Read NowVir Silvae
About 5 years ago I went on a vacation to Wrangell–St. Elias National Park in Alaska. The cool, fresh air, beautiful scenery, and vast expanses of wilderness seemed ideal for…
Read NowWords In The Dark
Ever since I was small I've had a fascination with old things, buildings specifically. Something about things that rot and decay is beautiful to me, I don't really know why.…
Read NowCorn Fields
It was the middle of the night and we’ve been driving all day. We were on a road trip from California to Texas to visit family. My little sister, had…
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