slasher
Don't open that door! Psycho made slasher films a hallmark of the horror genre; explore iconic hackers, slashers, and chainsaw-wielding psychopaths, from the safety of your living room.
Sympathy For the Devil
I always had too much sympathy, and unfortunately, I think I always will. people have told me that it's a weakness, that I'm too kind. That may be true, but it also may be what saved my life. I met Frank on accident, and why he didn't take my life is beyond me.
By Mercury Z. Fugere4 years ago in Horror
Mayna and the Monster
1 Week Earlier… Lucas Waylon seethed, sweat dripping from his pale and bony, naked torso. The heat lamp in the corner of the room was really only doing half the work of warming him, the other half was pure rage. The reddish-orange light of the heat lamp cast the space in a moody ruin of dank crimson, while the beat up Windows laptop on Lucas’ desk bathed him in a sickish bluish-green pall.
By Dmytryk Carreño4 years ago in Horror
Porthole Problem
Eugene carefully severed Gary’s foot with a kitchen knife by the dim light of his bedside lamp. Eugene felt sick. Gary had been a horrible bunkmate. He smelled bad, he chewed loudly with his mouth open, and he left hair all over the sink. But the worst part was the snoring. Gary snored like a grizzly bear. A grizzly bear with asthma. That’s why he needed to die.
By Tyler Clark (they/he)4 years ago in Horror
Winter In Woodsboro
They say it never rains in Southern California, well it’s never snowed here either, that is until one night not too long ago. Nestled comfortably in the southern part of the sunshine state is the town known as Woodsboro. The town’s population is probably around 12,000 residents give or take. We have one high school, Woodsboro High, plenty of mom-and-pop stores, a few chain stores and lots of restaurants. The nearest mall is forty-five minutes away, leaving us teenagers hang out in town square, throw house parties, get drunk in barns, and have a lot of sex. There isn’t much else to do in a small town.
By Jai The Ghost4 years ago in Horror
The Confession of Morton Thomas
In the Summer of 1994, a small town in Virginia called "Ariel Heights," held the record for the most missing person cases within the span of just 2 months. Between May 30th and August 12th, over 124 missing persons were filed, with ages ranging from 2-98 years old. This event was known as the “Ariel Heights Anomaly,” and was made even more disturbing by the fact that during this entire event, not one piece of evidence was discovered, nor any bones or remains or even footprints. Some people speculated that it was the work of some underground cult or Satanist organization. Others believed that it was merely a hoax, and that the police officers just needed something to keep them busy, due to there being little to no criminal activity before this debacle took place.
By Sam Nutter4 years ago in Horror
