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I wasn’t entirely sure how to respond to Lucas’ words. I just watched in horror as the scene in front of me. The sight of blood everywhere. I couldn’t figure out what was more disturbing. The dead bodies and blood or the sight of Lucas, who had transformed into some monster.

Another snap echoes, taking her back to the current reality where she opens her eyes to be surprised by the horror of what Alliah is calling, “Welcome to my art gallery. My beautiful art gallery Daniela. A gallery made from human flesh, parts, bones, and their very blood.” Daniela had seen everything of the gore and blood. The darkness and dread, including the hell which doesn’t an inch, scares her. Yet, seeing this place, hearing Alliah’s maniacal laughter while dancing in front of her, and the stench of fresh and dried blood. The corpses that were all arranged horrifically, it is a total red flag.

She covered the distance between her and the struggling Hannah tied to the chair. She held the Anthrax gently in her hand and flipped it open, a sharp pencil knife snapped out. Hannah's eyes dilated in panic and alarm as she wriggled in the chair furiously, beads of sweat trickling down her face. Oh God!!! What is happening? Is she going to end up dead as she had feared? Maybe she will end up in the second category after all-the one where the main character in a horror movie ends up dead right in the enemy's lair.

I should return to my chambers, should maintain the careful schedule that kept me safely within established boundaries. Instead, I found myself drawn deeper into the library's maze of shelves, following an instinct I couldn't name toward sections I hadn't yet explored. The books grew older as I moved toward the back of the room, their bindings more fragile, their subjects increasingly esoteric. Here were volumes on subjects that academic institutions would dismiss as superstition—treatises on lycanthropy, studies of lunar influences on human behavior, collections of spells that claimed to bind souls to animal forms. Research, I thought with grim humor. Someone has been doing very specific re

Horror filled our features. Our eyes went wide as saucers. Oh sh*t! Sh*t! Sh*t!

Samurai and Other Stories by William Meikle Stuck On You and Other Prime Cuts by Jasper Bark Poetry collections: WAR by Alessandro Manzetti and Marge Simon Brief Encounters with My Third Eye by Bruce Boston No Mercy: Dark Poems by Alessandro Manzetti Eden Underground: Poetry of Darkness by Alessandro Manzetti If you’ve ever thought of becoming an author, we’d also like to recommend these non-fiction titles: The Dead Stage: The Journey from Page to Stage by Dan Weatherer Where Nightmares Come From: The Art of Storytelling in the Horror Genre, edited by Joe Mynhardt and Eugene Johnson Horror 101: The Way Forward, edited by Joe Mynhardt and Emma Audsley Horror 201: The Silver Scream Vol.1 and V

A heavy claw landed on the window she stared from, cracking the fragile shield. Falling back, she screamed as more attempted to break in. Yet, through all that, there was one she felt deeper fear for than the others. A shivering demand drew her to look back to the room she had ran from. The door opened on its own accord, and within that contained darkness emerged a hooded specter. In appearance, its monstrosity was veiled, all but for the blooded horns and snout that resembled a ram. The intensity of it sucked the very breath from her. Froze the blood in her veins until she felt as though every part of her being was constricted and trapped under its scrutiny as it approached. The closer it c

And after what she told me earlier,of what she had seen…” Hollingsworth Manor,July 1984 “I swear to you Polly,”Ginny said in her most excited voice.”I saw her…in my room!” “Calm down Ginny,”Polly implored.”Tell me everything from the beginning.” Polly pulled her younger sister down next to her on the low wall overlooking the garden,where the flowers were in full bloom.Ginny’s beautiful elfin face,so much like her own,was frozen in a mask of pure terror. “I believe you Polly,everything you said about this place is true…its haunted!At first I only felt it,but now… I have seen this evil with my own two eyes!”

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.

At the cemetery's edge stood the abandoned church house; it was a rotting wooden structure that had been abandoned for decades, Its windows were boarded tight and the paint peeled away like dead skin. The structure sat completely swallowed by darkness, no cars, no lights, no signs of life. My heart battered against my ribs as I stepped onto the porch. The decaying wood groaned under my weight as I shoved open the front door. It swung open with a long creak, the hallway smelling of mold and dust. "I’m here," I called out into the dark. "I have what you wanted. Now give me the phone." I was met with silence as I took one blind step forward. And that's when it hit me that I had absolutely no id