Writing horror is telling on yourself. No one else fears the exact same things you do, in the exact same way, and now you’ve told the whole world the things they can do to freak you out.
Since When is Life Fair
At least not for the last three centuries, that’s for sure.
Tree House of Horror
Just three old friends who go way back.
It’s natural to look out the windows.
The Green Man
The teens are having an overnight camping trip at an abandoned summer camp, so you know what that means!
The Mountains Are Calling
And although I don’t remember why, or where I came from, or what waits me there, and I don’t think I want to, I must go.
Mr. Morris wants a room unlocked in his house, but Marty is pretty sure he needs the opposite.
An Attic in the Middle of the Night
Children, especially very young children, don’t know anything. More, they don’t know what they don’t know. Their brains are black holes, taking in everything, spaghettifying the concepts, and coming away with the wrong idea. They must be taught everything, especially the things adults take for granted. How physics works. How people work. Don’t touch that.…
“The radio!” Luis screamed. Everything about him since they had gotten back in the car was tight and intense. His voice was constantly on the edge of ragged, and as he reached for the power button Evan could see the muscles in his arm tight and practically twitching.
There was no highway.
“Exit’s coming up. Turn off here.” “Where?” “Here!” Evan cut the wheel hard to make the ramp that came out of nowhere. It was a tight turn for a highway off-ramp, and for a few seconds Evan, Luis, and Alex could only grip the oh-shit handles and fight the turn’s urging to be flung to…
The first time she appeared, she was standing at a corner. Maureen shouldn’t have noticed her. She was still in the city. It was a busy corner. Others were standing there. But a few blocks later, Maureen couldn’t remember any of them. She could only remember her. She wasn’t facing the street. The others were…
I Shall Have the Last One
I almost missed it, too. I’d come to Myrtle for the vintage and thrift shops. It was well known for that. Folks would come in from all over to browse. That’s why I went during the middle of the week. Took off from work. Told ‘em my mother died. It wasn’t really a lie. I…
Sitting on the card table, nestled between a couple of Nerf guns and a tall stack of Hardy Boys novels, was the music box. It was made of a dark wood, and intricately carved all along the sides and the top. Celtic knots, mostly, but the design carved into the middle was foreign. Three triangles…
It was a nice day for a hike, right up until they found the abandoned village that was definitely haunted as fuck. “It’s not haunted,” Mike said. He even rolled his eyes at her as he walked down what could have once been a street. “Do you have eyes? Are you seeing the same shit…
The elevator chimed and the doors slid smoothly open, things Missy barely registered. If it wasn’t contained within the bright glowing world of her phone (blue light filters, Missy believed, were for the weak) it had to be put on the backburner. The act of physically leaving work didn’t mean she was actually leaving work…
Clementine knew she shouldn’t have left the party just as soon as she did it, but through some combination of stubbornness and pride she kept on walking. This stupid party her boyfriend – ex-boyfriend – had dragged her to was all the way out in the boonies. She should have known it was a stupid…
And that’s when the snow began to fall. It fell lightly, at first, from the starless black sheet of sky. It danced and twisted with every brief wind and puff of air. Each snowflake was its own being, cold, unique, perfect. They filled the black black night like polka dots, white where the faint shine…
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