03 Mar

Posted at 11:00h in Beings and Entities, Deaths, Murders, and Disappearances, Folklore and Folktales, Ghosts and Spirits, Locations and Sites, Psychological Horror, Sounds and Voices, Space and Cosmic Horror, Suspense and Thrillers

Part I I have never been a superstitious man, and can honestly say that I do not believe in vampires, ghouls, demons, or anything else that those youngsters with their vivid imaginations and smartphones like to dream up. But there is one thing that happened a very...

12 Dec

Posted at 11:00h in Beings and Entities, Deaths, Murders, and Disappearances, Folklore and Folktales, Ghosts and Spirits, Locations and Sites, Psychological Horror, Sounds and Voices, Space and Cosmic Horror, Suspense and Thrillers

“No one has ever gone into heaven except the one who came from heaven—the Son of Man.” John 3:13 CHAPTER 1 Devon, England. October 1991 The Duke’s Head pub had been derelict for two years now; boarded up, condemned; but no one missed it. It had never been a...

13 Jun

Posted at 11:00h in Animals and Wildlife, Beings and Entities, Children and Childhood, Folklore and Folktales, Monsters, Creatures, and Cryptids, Myths and Legends, Psychological Horror, Sounds and Voices, Survival Horror, Suspense and Thrillers

James was an eight-year-old boy with the heart of a dog and the energy of a hummingbird. His mother died when he was only five, so he lived with his grandmother, Babcia. They were very poor: their house was a tiny, dilapidated thing, with a...

12 May

Posted at 10:00h in Beings and Entities, Children and Childhood, Locations and Sites, Monsters, Creatures, and Cryptids, Psychological Horror, Sounds and Voices, Survival Horror, Suspense and Thrillers

“Do not go outside! Ignore all cries for help, no matter how human they sound!” shouted Alex’s dad. He pulled the cellar door over and paused to look back. “And lock this door behind me.” The door slammed shut. Alex locked it, walked down the stairs...

18 Apr

Posted at 11:00h in Sounds and Voices, Suspense and Thrillers

I sat down on the padded stool. It was cushioned and made of black leather. As I lifted the sticks, I couldn’t help but shake the feeling like I was being watched. Like there was some sort of audience staring at me just outside of...

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