interview

Interviews with authors, film directors and horror snobs of all kinds; conversations that will unsettle, and shed light on all things dark and mysterious.

THE GHOST IN THE CODE - PART 4
THE GHOST IN THE CODE - PART 4 The fire that consumed the community's secrets did more than just provide warmth; it forged a new, quieter understanding between them. The frantic energy of defense cooled into a vigilant, steady calm. Pages & Prose wasn't just a bookstore anymore; it was a statement. A declaration of independence in a world hell-bent on interconnection. They were an island, and they liked it that way.
By Homepinx6 months ago in Horror
Don’t Open the Door
I’ve always thought living alone was freedom. No arguments about dishes, no noise I didn’t choose, no one asking why I was awake at three in the morning. Just me, my books, and the quiet.
By ETS_Story6 months ago in Horror
THE GHOST IN THE CODE - PART 3
THE GHOST IN THE CODE - PART 3 The victory was sweet, but its aftertaste was laced with a quiet, persistent fear. The "Town Pulse" kiosk was a monument to their defiance, and the community's embrace was a shield. Yet, Noah would sometimes catch himself staring at it, not with pride, but with a coder’s paranoia. He saw a surface, a user-friendly interface, and knew all too well the invisible, data-hungry claws that could scrape and analyze the sentiments it collected. He had built a village square, but part of him couldn't stop looking for the snipers on the rooftops.
By Homepinx6 months ago in Horror
The Black Lung Communion: How a Surgeon’s Journal Sparked a Demonic Outbreak
CHAPTER 1: “THE BREATHING X-RAY” The air in St. Hedwig’s records room smelled of yellowing paper and regret. It was a scent Dr. Liam Evans had grown accustomed to over twenty years of service, but tonight, it felt different. Thicker. As if the walls themselves were holding their breath.
By Tales That Breathe at Night6 months ago in Horror
THE GHOST IN THE CODE - PART 2
THE GHOST IN THE CODE - PART 2 The buzz inside Pages & Prose was a symphony Elena thought she’d never hear again. It wasn’t just the murmur of conversations or the ring of the old-fashioned cash register; it was the sound of a heart restarting. For weeks, the shop thrived. The story of the tech-wizard who returned a library to save a bookstore was a potent local legend, fueled by a beautifully human-interest piece that, notably, never mentioned VeriTech by name. Noah had become a permanent fixture, his sleek laptop now sharing a desk with her leather-bound ledger.
By Homepinx7 months ago in Horror
SCP-173 – "The Sculpture". Content Warning.
SCP-173 – "The Sculpture" Item #: SCP-173 Object Class: Euclid Special Containment Procedures: SCP-173 is to be kept in a locked container at all times. When personnel must enter SCP-173's container, no fewer than three may enter at any time, and the door is to be relocked behind them. At all times, two persons must maintain direct eye contact with SCP-173 until all personnel have vacated and relocked the container.
By E. hasan7 months ago in Horror
THE GHOST IN THE CODE CHAPTER 1
Logline: When a reclusive AI developer falls for the spirited owner of a dying bookstore, they must bridge the gap between analog hearts and digital worlds to save her legacy—and their unexpected love.
By Homepinx7 months ago in Horror
Dreams Beyond the Horizon
Dreams Beyond the Horizon A Journey of Hope and Courage --- Part 1 – The Village of Ashen Fields The village of Ashen Fields was small, nestled between rolling hills and a river that carried more stones than fish. Life there was simple, quiet, and often difficult. Children learned early that survival came before dreams.
By Khan584 7 months ago in Horror
The Room Number 313
When I first moved near the university, I was desperate to find a place I could actually afford. Prices were insane, but then I saw an ad that seemed almost too good to be true: “Small room for rent, cheap price, available immediately.”
By subah alenzi7 months ago in Horror
The Room With No Windows
When I first moved into the old apartment building downtown, the landlord gave me one rule: “Don’t go near Room 6B.” I thought he was joking. The place was falling apart anyway—peeling wallpaper, flickering lights, and creaky wooden floors that groaned under every step. Why would one room matter more than the rest?
By subah alenzi7 months ago in Horror
The Taxi Ride I Wish I Never Took
I had always taken late-night taxis in the city, but something about that night felt wrong from the start. The rain poured in thick sheets, and the streets were almost deserted. When the old yellow taxi stopped for me, I felt a chill crawl up my spine, but I forced myself inside.
By subah alenzi7 months ago in Horror
The Hex House: Tulsa’s True Crime Horror Story. Content Warning.
At the center of this chilling tale was Carol Ann Smith, a 50-something woman who blended into the community so well that neighbors saw nothing amiss. Outwardly, she appeared genteel and respectable. Inwardly, she wielded a disturbing control over those who crossed her path — a control that would blur the lines between reality, fear, and psychological captivity.
By E. hasan7 months ago in Horror