celebrities
From Hitchcock to Stephen King, a roundup of the who's who in horror; all about celebrities flaunting their loudest screams and most nightmarish scenes.
Our School’s Bathroom is Haunted
The Story Every school has its secrets. Ours was hidden in the tiled walls and the echoes of dripping water. The third-floor girls’ bathroom of Hoshino Middle School was always avoided. Not because it was dirty, or because the sinks never worked properly, but because of the story every student whispered after the bell rang.
By waseem khan8 months ago in Horror
A Look at the Entire "Final Destination" Series (So Far)
You know, I actually remember the buzz surrounding the first film back in 2000, having no idea that it would become such a phenomenon. It wasn't until the fourth film was close to coming out that I watched the first three on a mini-binge, checking out each movie at my local library and watching them before I went to the theater to watch the fourth film. But I'm getting a little bit ahead of myself. Here's how the film series started.
By Clyde E. Dawkins8 months ago in Horror
My Cat Brought Me the Key to a Door That Wasn’t There Yesterday
Story My Cat Brought Me the Key to a Door That Wasn’t There Yesterday It started with a key. A small, tarnished thing, old enough to smell of time itself, left neatly on my doorstep. I didn’t notice it at first — the mail had been late that morning, and I thought it was a discarded piece of junk. But then Milo, my black cat, padded up beside it and stared, green eyes bright and unblinking. He batted the key gently with his paw, then mewed sharply, as if demanding my attention.
By waseem khan8 months ago in Horror
My GPS Led Me Somewhere That Doesn’t Exist
Story My GPS Led Me Somewhere That Doesn’t Exist It started as a simple late-night drive. I’d been on the road for five hours, heading back from a work trip, when fatigue began to set in. The interstate was a black ribbon unspooling in front of me, and my eyes kept flicking to the glowing GPS screen for reassurance.
By waseem khan8 months ago in Horror
Midnight Conversations with Shadows
Midnight Conversations with Shadows The apartment was quiet—or at least, I thought it was. It began the first night I moved in. Boxes were scattered, the smell of fresh paint still hung in the air, and the city hummed softly outside the window. I was unpacking books when I heard it: a faint whisper, just beyond the corner of the room.
By waseem khan8 months ago in Horror
A Final Dance With Death
“We were all angels, once,” Morteziel says wistfully. A mere shadow of her former self, golden wings blackened by what she’s become: Death, one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse. The horse she sits on is white, pale as- well, her. How I hate the dark cowl that obscures her face, hides her silver hair that shines with moonlight.
By Muhammad Sabeel8 months ago in Horror
