I’m not really sure how to start this. I’ve never told the whole thing before. I don’t know if what happened to me qualifies as scary in the way most folks think, but it’s true. Every damn bit of it. And it was scary. In...
Chapter 1 Eddie Larkins had never hated his reflection more than he did that morning. He sat in the driver’s seat of his rusty Honda Civic, parked on a side street in Burbank, trying to ignore the greasy outline of his face in the cracked rearview...
TRIGGER WARNING: The following story was originally published in the January 1943 edition of Weird Tales, a pulp horror magazine. From a modern literary and ethical standpoint, this story should be read critically. It offers insight into period-specific fears, folklore, and social structures, but it...
TRIGGER WARNING: The following story was originally published in the January 1943 edition of Weird Tales, a pulp horror magazine aimed at white audiences. Like many authors of their time, the author of this story used racial tropes uncritically, reflecting both the systemic racism of...
TRIGGER WARNING: The following story was originally published in the January 1943 edition of Weird Tales, a pulp horror magazine aimed at white male audiences. Like many authors of their time, the author of this story employs deeply misogynistic language, reflecting both the systemic sexism...
TRIGGER WARNING: The following story was originally published in the January 1943 edition of Weird Tales, a pulp horror magazine aimed at white audiences. Like many authors of their time, the author of this story used racial tropes uncritically, reflecting both the systemic racism of...
TRIGGER WARNING: The following story was originally published in the January 1943 edition of Weird Tales, a pulp horror magazine aimed at white audiences. Like many authors of their time, the author of this story used racial tropes uncritically, reflecting both the systemic racism of...
They sent us out just three days after the water started receding, while Aquarena Springs still smelled like algae and rot. You could see where the flood had chewed up the shoreline, deposits of tangled grass and fish bones clung to the fencing that marked...
The Carters had finally found their dream home. Nathan and Julia had searched for months, touring cramped houses, fixer-uppers, and overpriced properties, before stumbling on this gem. It was perfect: vaulted ceilings in the master bedroom, spacious walk-in closets, and a backyard big enough for...
Zara Wells shielded her eyes from the relentless desert sun as she approached the research outpost. The structure, once a hub of discovery, now stood as a relic itself—its paint peeling, windows cracked, and walls leaning from years of neglect. She felt a pang of...
My name’s Elliot, and before I get into it, let me tell you—I’m not the kind of guy who scares easily. I take the same late-night walk through my neighborhood every night. It’s quiet, peaceful, and the perfect way to wind down after a long...
I suppose I should start by saying that I’m not the kind of guy who ever thought he’d be the villain in a story. I’ve always been a good dad, a devoted one, and all I wanted was to be there for my kids, just...
Part I Sarah couldn’t remember the exact moment the fever began. It might have been the second night back from the hospital, or the third, when the baby wouldn’t stop crying and Dan had given her that look. Not irritated, just tired in a way she...
Benjamin watched the man in the other aisle. He’d been watching him for a long time. He thought he got rid of Benjamin, but he didn’t. There was no way in hell that Benjamin would give up that easily. This man stole his life, took...
Let me start by saying I know how this sounds. Three college guys, at the end of the semester, a rural VRBO, and a storm warning? Feels like the setup to every backwoods horror cliché imaginable. Believe me, I get it. We were exactly the kind...
Eli Carver was the quiet one, and everyone knew it. Even the younger kids, who shrieked over cartoons and scraped their sneakers across the kitchen tile as if it were a game, gave him space. Perhaps it was the way he held that worn Polaroid...
Part I The air in Miami didn’t sit right on Raul Mercado’s skin. It wasn’t just the heat—he’d dealt with that during those strange, sweaty Pittsburgh summers when the air hung like wet laundry—but something else felt off. But despite his best efforts, he couldn’t quite...
You don’t forget the sound of a girl being swept downriver. You don’t forget the moment her scream cuts off, as if something grabbed her by the throat and pulled her into a place where sound doesn’t carry. But I’m getting ahead of myself. My name is...
Have you ever done something so dumb as a kid that it scarred you for life? I don’t mean embarrassing dumb. I mean life-altering, body-mangling, lose-a-part-of-yourself dumb. Yeah. That kind of dumb. I’ve never told this story in full before. Not to a therapist, not to my...
“We all have days where we have to face the very worst—whether it’s work we don’t want to be at or some task we don’t want to accomplish. But life is short. Take all those little difficulties in stride, and ensure each one is the...
