“Victim #2: The Dickhead” by J.M. Brannyk Morgana woke up first and already showered, smelling like soap and desperation, when she roughly shook me awake. In the darkness,...
“Check The Children” by J.M. Brannyk In the still night, he watches his steps. Balancing his weight from one side to the other, he moves slowly,...
“Horror Selections” by Bonnie Matthews Brock Bonnie Matthews Brock is a Florida-based photographer, as well as a school psychologist. Her images have been published in Ibbetson...
“Dust To Dust”(A POC Reimagining of Lovecraft’s The Colour Out Of Space) by Tain Leonard-Peck A chill wind blew through the night. Tusculana shivered, despite...
“The Keys are Red witih Roses” by Silas Adams He stands and waits. I know to stay out of sight. The lead pipe in my hands...
“A Sense of Justice” by Omar ZahZah Sometimes I wonder if part of what draws people in to a good ghost story is a sense of...
“Early In America” by Ryan Priest Once upon Virginia in the year 1788 there was a five-member family who lived on part of, what would one...
“Revenge of the Roses” by Linda M. Crate He called them his roses. The girls that he slaughtered. Their remains were never recovered from the swamp....
“:)” by Tim Boiteau Finn: 🙂 Zoe: What happened 2 u? I called and texted a ton of times earlier this wk… Finn: 🙂 Zoe: Ur...
“The Comings of the Rain” by Tabitha Witherspoon Rain beats like furious fists on the windows of Ms. Aris’s musty, chilled classroom. The howling wind reminds...
“Chicken Tea” by Melinda Smith I’m sipping chicken tea from the mug with a chip in it. This bothers me but I put on my smile...
“The Popobawa” by J.P. Roquard “Where’ve you come from?” “Up river.” “Churchtown?” “No.” “Then where?” “Past Churchtown.” “Ain’t much past Churchtown.” “Nope.” The hunter considered this....
“Millie” by A.T. Sayre So Jack is this guy. Jack is five feet eleven inches tall, one hundred and eighty pounds, with brown eyes, dark wavy...
“The Eyes Have It” By Victory Witherkeigh “He’s watching me again,” said the little girl to her father. Her father rolled his eyes. It was the...
“Monsters” by Linda M. Crate Judy breathed in heavily. She hated that the council had decided she was the one to do this. When she had...
“Nigh” by Berni E. Carrol ‘You’ll die in the ocean,’ the fortune cookie reads and as the table laughs while sharing their own, my breath catches...
“Hide and Seek” by Chloe Ballew I stood on the edge, tremors racking my body. My best friend bet me he could beat me in a...
“Paint Night!” by Gabriel Munro “Now, now, now,” scolds the instructor, dislodging Harriet’s paintbrush from its neck, “stabbing isn’t a part of paint night!” ...
“Burst” by Gordon Blitz The flat Santa Fe skyline painted our drive from Albuquerque. The volcanic red pressed against the dark highway as we stare beyond...
“In Vino Veritas” by Dorian Xanyn An unsettling sensation overtakes Delphine in the early hours of the morning as she works the fourteenth floor of the...