Modern Horror Novels & Stories

It’s a small start, but it’s a start. For research, we spend a Saturday night—a Saturday night that Bethany is not spending with Tim ‘the Soccer Coach’ Collins—watching Zombie’s movies. A little too close to torture porn, for my tastes, but Bethany seems to be eating it up like the orphan Oliver at an all you can eat buffet. I’ve always preferred the classic slasher films; Friday the Thirteenth, Nightmare on Elm Street, Halloween. Cut a guy’s head off with a machete. Drive a pitchfork through a couple in the midst of coital throes. Hack someone to pieces with a chainsaw. All that, I’m good with. Spend two hours torturing someone until they die? Not so much.

"And you have pissed me off." He believes me. Suddenly he believes every horror story he has been told since he was a little boy. That they were all true: the dead things hungering for the warm living flesh; the bony hand coming out of the closet in the black of night; the monsters from another page of reality, the unturned page--who could look so human, so cute. He reaches for his gun. Too slowly, much too.

What if he sees you and comes after you? “Oh, Lauren, you dummy,” she moaned. She hadn’t thought this through at all. She’d only been thinking that two murders happened in the forest a few days ago, not that the murderer might be hanging around looking for more victims. If Miranda had been with her, she would have laughed her head off and told Lauren that in horror movies the killer always came back for more. But Lauren didn’t like the kind of horror movies Miranda liked. She didn’t mind being scared and she liked things with creepy atmosphere, but she didn’t like to see a bunch of girls getting cut up by a madman with a knife. At least that was what it seemed all those movies were about.

Blake linked his fingers with Melissa’s and they pushed open the big horror doors. Blake could feel Melissa tremble as they walked through the haunted mansion, there was a zombie, a vampire, a werewolf, fake blood dripping down the walls in a room with the girl from the exorcist, when they got to the final room, they walked in an saw a “Dr” with his back to them. He was “doing surgery” on an alive human, both were very good special effects. As the Dr approached the patient he pulled out “teeth” and a zombie nurse jumped out from the side Melissa screamed. Not a high pitched cute, girly one but a ‘Serial killer is after me and I don’t care how I sound scream.’

Author: Phil Hore This girl was real trouble!” Halloween 1950. When a womanising werewolf, Sebastian Vulk, is sent out to investigate the disappearance of Shelby Lydekker from the estate of General Mark McQueen, the last thing he expected was to enter the dark, terrifying world of a supernatural killer. While waiting for his partner, Vulk is attacked, finds the victims left by the murderer, and tries to save the soul of a curly haired vision, seemingly trapped on the estate.

Jon only gave me a brief side glance, almost looking askance at me, but said nothing and continued to drive deeper into the woods. The cabin was now beyond a humble abode, to me the brown wooden structure tarnished with white and black from failed attempts to revive its derelict appearance with paint, resembled those haunted cabins in the woods in horror movies and those cabins were infamous for many things- none of which are pleasant. I felt like I was walking into some deformed serial killer's lair or into a domain for creatures of the night and supernatural entities; ghosts, vampires and wicked witches with an appetite for human flesh.

“I can work with you for the next couple of hours, but then I have to go to the club. Bradford and Lynn took the night off to see that new movie, and I have to finish booking the performers for the end of the year fest.” Samael hums in agreement. “What movie are they going to see?” I shrug. “Some movie about a cannibal serial killer.” “Do you remember the last movie we saw at the Cinema?” I shudder. “That was a very long time ago, but I’ll never forget. It was the one with the little girl who disappears into the television screen? Those humans should have known better than to buy a home built over Indian burial grounds.” Samael nods. “You have to admit it was quite amusing to see how frighte

I looked harder out the thick glass doors, peering through the rain. There was a faint silhouette of a little boy around eight running frantically around glancing up at the sky and into the shadows everywhere. I sprinted out the doors, the fat drops coming down on my uncovered head. “What’s wrong?” I stopped dead in my tracks. Sprinting around high in furious circles was a huge black shadow. Its deep red evil eyes shot through my soul and made me stagger back into the hard doors. It looked like a black ghost, but it had a ragged gray exterior that looked like pasty, dead skin covered in deep cuts.

“Let’s go! Let’s watch it!” Sidney placed the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table then sat on the couch with Adam and Cameron. She gathered the remotes and navigated to the movie. Cameron practically vibrated on the cushion as she pressed Play. Sidney smiled to herself, drawing her laptop onto her knees. As the opening credits reflected in Cameron’s wide eyes, she brought her fingertips to the keys. The Horror of Real Life Life is like standing on a frozen steam. It may seem solid, but there is always something flowing and threatening underneath. Horror is that current under it all.

“That’s exactly where we should look for help with the ending though. You know how you’ve always said before that horror is like a modern myth, a contemporary equivalent to ancient tragedy? Now you’ve got a chance to work on a film that really makes that clear. This film could say something about the meaning and purpose of horror, do you get me?” “I’m beginning to.” “It covers every aspect of the genre, from the worst excesses of modern snuff, to the ancient roots of horror in the mother of all myth cycles. This is our grand statement about the state of our art form. Are you in on this?” Sam smiled and nodded his head. “Okay,” he said. “You sold me. I’m in.” Jimmy sighed with relief. “Thank