Frank’s Hideaway by Bryan Fontenot Last week I received word that Frank had died in a bar fight, his throat cut by another man. Frank wasn’t...
The Thing In The Bell Tower by Alex Taylor I knew it was no tornado that brought Ashland to the dust. Despite what I heard,...
Damian is a lifelong documentary photographer who originally hails from Newark, Delaware. Damian earned a bachelor’s degree in English and Anthropology from Boston University and boarded...
The Reconstructivist by Emma Parrella I take a step out the door, and my foot sinks about an inch into the grass. We’ve had night and...
On Your Life by Julia Wren “Ready in 5…4…3…2…” a younger woman with a raspy voice in an all-black outfit says to a crew member...
Wicked Pieces by Mary Leoson The crone’s skin sagged like a melting candle. It hung in drips rolling off her face—molten, dying. The eyes were marbles...
“Wherever You Go, There You Are” by Kelli Allen Wherever you go, there you are -“Where I lay my head is home.” –L. Ulrich and J....
Hazzard Manor by Dawn Coen It was a cold December morning in Los Angeles. The sort that made Margaret grateful she no longer lived in the...
Day 14 Dani placed a finger to her lips and pulled her hand away from Sandy’s mouth. “Sandy, I need you to help me here.” She...
Perfect Lighting by Karen Heslop Melody Chambers stood before the floor length mirror that had been installed in her master bathroom a few days ago. She...
Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and many other...
Godzilla, a generally private figure, recently approached Haunted MTL to share some concerns about urban sprawl and how it affects him and his colleagues. “First of...
The language and aesthetics of horror are all around us and seem to pop up when we least expect it. “Dark Deviations” is Haunted MTL‘s dive...
The Family Swing by Claire Lawrence Claire Lawrence is a writer and visual artist. She has been published in Canada, the United States, United Kingdom and...
Day 14 Dani was the first down the stairs into the main shopfront. As though she already knew the situation her eyes darted toward the front...
Beach House by Jack Wildern I lay in bed listening to the wind push itself through the walls. As if the bricks have holes in them....
The Professor by Casper Rose On a mild day in late March, Professor Cavanaugh sat on his padded rolling chair organising the various objects which coated...
Day 14 Rounding the corner onto Lyon Avenue, Danielle was relieved that there were no cars in front of the Family Storage that her parents owned....
Fever of the Wendigo by J. Motoki Adam scratches his sternum where the thick branch pins him to the driver’s seat. I am a tree now....
12 June, 1982 by Harry Fernando Shudder. A shiver runs down his back. Throb throb. His temples throb in a frenzy of anger. A buzz of...