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Horror fiction that delivers on its promise to scare, startle, frighten and unsettle. These stories are fake, but the shivers down your spine won't be.
'WEAPONS' Review
Let me preface this by saying that I never watch trailers for new movies the majority of the time. To add more to that statement I normally don't watch them all the way through when I do watch them anymore. The reason for this being that in the last decade films began giving a little too much away in the trailer. That especially goes for the horror genre. Without rambling for too long about trailers lets get to the one at hand, 'Weapons'.
By Lyvia Jacka day ago in Horror
Mon Ange (My Angel)
I was one of Louis XVI’s (sez) many black dot assassins. One wouldn’t suspect a woman, so it was easier to go through the city unnoticed, even without being on the arm of a man. I wore my hair differently (in a tight bun) and wore black street clothes. When I wore my hair in the popular noodle island curls with my signature white long teardrop earrings and my off-the-shoulder red ball gown, I became La Duchesse de DuBarry. While everyone else wore wigs, I slept in braids every night to achieve the curls they thought I naturally had. Oh, the blush was real. In those days a Vitamin D deficiency was favorable.
By Alexandra Fa day ago in Horror
Of Entropy and Chaos
As the frequency from the tape filled the office, the city outside the 42nd-floor windows underwent a terrifying, high-definition transformation. The "Static" didn't just swirl in chaotic clouds anymore; it organized. It snapped into a rigid, mathematical lattice that mirrored the steel skeletons of the skyscrapers below.
By Nathan McAllistera day ago in Horror
Someone Is Watching -Chapter 3
The rain had stopped, leaving the city slick and glimmering, but the storm in Elena’s mind was only just beginning. She pressed her back to the apartment door, trembling, thinking that maybe — just maybe — she could get away. Her hands fumbled for the lock. For a moment, hope flickered. Then she saw it: the handle would not turn.
By Rosalina Jane3 days ago in Horror
The Homes Flagged for Follow-up. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
By eight each morning, our office smelled of coffee, disinfectant wipes, and printer heat, which is to say it smelled like concern that had learned to invoice. I unlocked the care-management dashboard and began assigning fifteen people to the homes where they would bathe strangers, sort pills, warm soup, and sign for it in blue ink.
By Jesse Shelley3 days ago in Horror
The Night Everyone in the Town Heard the Same Whisper
The town of Blackridge was the kind of place people forgot about. It was small, quiet, and surrounded by thick forests that seemed to stretch forever. The road leading into town curved through miles of tall pine trees before finally opening to a handful of streets, a small school, a diner, and an old town square with a clock tower that had stood there for nearly a century.
By imtiazalam4 days ago in Horror
