It was night. Jeremy Pickett went into the forbidden woods despite the blistering fear building up from his fantastical imagination that he was always praised for in his art classes. His legs cold; and a strange feeling that he was being followed lingered in the dark wood. As he tread along the path of pinecones and deep green, he felt a tug at his left shoulder. A spasm? Maybe it was all in his h...

the wind outside howled and bit on the rusty walls of this cabin. outside the forest was heavy with storm, mist had gathered around the trees, thunder an omnious warning lurking above me. the furniture inside here is ancient as stone, the old sink is dripping with black droplets. everyhting in here reeks of death. suddenly, a voice whispers, with murmurs and speaks of a siren. its whispering my na...

They say her name was Lola but she was decidedly not a showgirl. She always roams the mist laden woods out behind Lot Teedle’s junkyard in the spooky evenings of October. Some say she looks for children to snatch. Others claim she looks to bring pain and misery to happy couples walking hand in hand on cool autumn nights. Those folks haven’t done their research. Truth is Lola has a past as drear...

Kellan carried a heavy heart and a heavy spade as he walked back through the graveyard. He’d followed the witch doctor’s instructions to the letter, every chant, every incense in the fire, every drop of blood, and for this? It was meant to bring her back, not bring what it was he had left in the graveyard that morning. The sun shone overhead as Kellan turned past Old Tybris’ stone. He felt a red ...

My hearts been gorged by a cannibal

Been fleeing with a stake of gold

Creations are attempting to grapple my knees

Apparitions turn the key

Locking gates I can’t seem to see

Starving to obtain some red meat

Sickly witches flash their rotten teeth

Threatening to rip out my spleen

Chasing my spirit for a concoture treats

Can’t let these mutations mutilate this body...

I love listening to the pumping of blood through the body of a terrified person. The. Exhilarating rush of adrenaline and cortisol as they flee from me. I feed off the energy of their terror and I smile and laugh as they scream and plead for mercy. I will make blood pour and gush out like a geyser once I find them. Keep running, please. I enjoy this cat and mouse game. I see red and blue lights n...

I thought I knew what to expect, but then again, nothing can really prepare you for something like this. How could it? No glaring headline, mournful Reddit post, or even your own worst nightmare—the kind where you wake up damp, heart racing, thanking GOD it was just a dream—can describe this moment. The one where you look into the eyes of someone you love so much, someone you would do anything for...

On Halloween night, every phone in town lit up at once with a photo—your own house, taken from inside, while you were asleep.

No one could trace it, no number, no account—just the caption: “You looked so peaceful. Don’t wake up next time.”

By morning, seven families were found gutted in their beds, mirrors turned inward and screens shattered into their eyes.

The town tried to cancel Halloween the ...

When I be on my bed laying down my room get colder in my room I be thinking I am going get kill in my sleep I been seeing that’s dead in my room I be think it’s a sprite o a ghost that’s sits in the chair I be think I be seeing Pepele that’s dead in my house bc it’s like I wake up mean like the devil like the devil be trying make me mean but I am to much angel but sometimes I be the devil took ove...

Many people go on vacation to relax. Maxine conns is not many people. Maxine had been paranoid ever since the murder of her best friend, Laura. It had been three whole years and no one knew what had happened. After years of investigation, the police gave up, leaving all evidence unseen by Maxine. It wasn’t till several years later that Maxine left the house again. Another murder happened on the cr...