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.

The Shadow. Content Warning.
By morning, the city had already started forgetting. That was one of the things Gabriel loved most about it. Cities consumed horror the way oceans swallowed blood… quickly, quietly, with no visible trace by daylight. By sunrise, the alley behind the river walk was cordoned off with yellow tape and half a dozen police cruisers, their lights flashing against rain-dark brick. Reporters would arrive by noon. By evening, the story would be everywhere.
By Amber3 days ago in Horror
The Shadow. Content Warning.
The urge always returned at night. It did not knock. It did not whisper. It arrived like a tide beneath the skin… cold at first, then rising, swelling, pressing against bone until every nerve in his body hummed with it.
By Amber3 days ago in Horror
The Shadow. Content Warning.
He chose the bookstore because it suited the kind of woman she was. Not the large commercial store six blocks over with bright promotional signs in the windows and stacks of glossy bestsellers near the register. Mara would never have gone there unless she needed something specific. She preferred quieter places. Smaller ones. Rooms that felt curated rather than sold.
By Amber3 days ago in Horror
The Shadow. Content Warning.
The city was never truly quiet. Even at midnight, it breathed. Rain tapped softly against the windows of the apartment across the street, turning the glass into a shimmering veil of silver and shadow. Headlights crawled along the wet pavement below, reflections stretching and breaking like fractured memories. Somewhere in the distance, a siren wailed, then faded into the night.
By Amber3 days ago in Horror
Strangers
"I think we were supposed to turn back there." Samira fussed, tapping her phone screen again. As if the reception was a goldfish that could be startled back into activity. "Nah, we're supposed to take a left at Old Jackson Mill road, remember? I saw it on the list of directions before we lost signal." Josh did his best to reassure her. Something about being on vacation never failed to rob his wife of her ability to relax. "I'm just worried we won't get to check in on time. What if they tell us we can't stay there anymore because we're late?"
By Daniel Bradbury4 days ago in Horror
Never See It Coming
Every year our family reunions are normally at fun places. Fun PUBLIC places where we can leave whenever we want. Whenever we need to. But this year, my aunt decided that we were too safe. Okay, so Aunt Daisy didn’t say that. It was just what I got from this whole damned situation. We also had to keep our phones at home. Or in the car. Mom and dad kept their phones at home. While I used my phone on the hour long drive up the mountain to this place. As if I wasn’t going to have any damn fun being in a car for an hour with nothing to do. I did leave it in the car like my aunt wanted. But all of this was just utter bullshit.
By Raphael Fontenelle4 days ago in Horror
The Beast of Bodmin Moor
There are places where the land itself seems to resist explanation, where the wind moves differently, where the silence feels less like absence and more like presence. Bodmin Moor, a vast and brooding stretch of wilderness in Cornwall, England, is one of those places. It is a landscape of rolling fog, ancient stone, and sudden isolation, where visibility can vanish in minutes and distance becomes difficult to judge. It is also a place where, for decades, something has been seen moving through the mist, something large, silent, and entirely out of place.
By Veil of Shadows4 days ago in Horror
Off Season
For three months, Camp Tawonga had been a cacophony of screaming children. As the last yellow school bus departed, the silence began to cling to the leaves like morning dew.
By Sara Wilson5 days ago in Horror
Kusliga Vista. Top Story - April 2026.
“I told you we were going too far off trail,” said Clark. “I thought Ammon said he could read a compass,” said Kit. “Guys, it’s easy, we just need to find a river or stream and follow it. Those things always lead to civilization,” Ammon said and pushed through thick patch of bushes.
By Amos Glade6 days ago in Horror
The Badge and the Betrayal: Jesse Valencia’s Secret Affair with “Columbia’s Finest” Ended in a Silent Starlight Execution.
Imagine the sticky, electric hum of a Missouri summer in 2004. Jesse Valencia was the kind of guy who commanded a room-a 23-year-old journalism student with a sharp mind for pre-law and a social calendar that never quit. He was the first in his Kentucky family to go to college, a high-achiever who had reinvented himself in the progressive bubble of Columbia.
By KWAO LEARNER WINFRED6 days ago in Horror
The Last Notification
At 2:17 AM, Emma’s phone buzzed. She didn’t wake up right away. The sound blended into her dream like a mosquito whining in the distance. But the vibration came again. And again. Slow. Persistent. Patient.
By Fawad Ahmad7 days ago in Horror
The Dover Demon
There are stories that grow over time, shaped by memory, embellished by retelling, softened by distance. And then there are stories that arrive fully formed. Witnessed. Recorded. Drawn. And never quite explained.
By Veil of Shadows7 days ago in Horror