Archives for Horror
Halloween Dinner by Erin Landers
A skeleton and Chucky the killer doll paused on their trek, pillow cases weighed down with candy, sweat dripping down their bodies despite the brittle chill hovering in the air. They were on their last house.
Wolf Wolf by Mike Ward
Darien was learning how to live again. There was no reason to deny it. She knew what she was. After all the nights, waking up in the woods with bloody hands, but it was getting easier. She found the right foods that didn’t hurt her stomach, did Yoga, and she was back to her job after 6 months of leave for “exhaustion.” No one seemed the wiser.
The Closed Door by Rita Crossley
I’m in the kitchen, squeezing a teabag against the inside of my mug with a spoon when the kitchen door slams shut. I turn, shaking off the hot brown liquid that has spilt on the back of my hand. When I touch the handle of the door it feels icy cold and rigid as I try in vain to push it down.
Last Call by Arthur Mackeown
Damn undertaker. This coffin was built for a midget, not a six-foot two ex-rugby player. He must have stuffed me in with a shoe horn. And the heat. If anyone’s coming to rescue me they’d better hurry up, before there’s nothing left but a puddle. But suppose nobody comes? Suppose they’ve already checked on me, and I was still dead to the world? What then? Buried alive in me prime, that’s what…Help! No, don’t shout. That organ’s making such a racket they’ll never hear me, anyway.
MARKHEIM By Robert Louis Stevenson
MARKHEIM By Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894) "Yes," said the dealer, "our windfalls are of various kinds. Some customers are ignorant, and then I touch a dividend on my superior knowledge. Some are dishonest," and here he held up the candle, so that the light fell strongly on ...
THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER by Edgar Allan Poe
THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER by Edgar Allan Poe Son coeur est un luth suspendu; Sitôt qu'on le touche il rèsonne.. De Béranger. DURING the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, ...
The Vampyre by John William Polidori
The Vampyre by John William Polidori (Note this is considered the first Vampire story. It is said this story started the genre). IT happened that in the midst of the dissipations attendant upon a London winter, there appeared at the various parties of the leaders of the ton ...
THE MINISTER’S BLACK VEIL A PARABLE by Nathaniel Hawthorne
Published On Tuesday, May 18, 2010. Under: Hawthorne, Nathaniel, Horror.
THE MINISTER'S BLACK VEIL A PARABLE
by Nathaniel Hawthorne (1804-1864)
Another clergyman in New England, Mr. Joseph Moody, of York, Maine, who died about eighty years since, made himself remarkable by the same eccentricity that is here related of the Reverend Mr. Hooper. In his case, however, ...
THE DEVIL AND TOM WALKER by Washington Irving
Published On Sunday, May 16, 2010. Under: Horror, Irving, Washington.
THE DEVIL AND TOM WALKER
by Washington Irving (1783-1859)
A few miles from Boston, in Massachusetts, there is a deep inlet winding several miles into the interior of the country from Charles Bay, and terminating in a thickly wooded swamp or morass. On one side of this ...
THE MASQUE OF THE RED DEATH
THE MASQUE OF THE RED DEATH by Edgar Allen Poe THE "Red Death" had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal—the redness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden ...
Young Goodman Brown by Nathaniel Hawthorne
Published On Friday, May 07, 2010. Under: Hawthorne, Nathaniel, Horror.
Young Goodman Brown
by Nathaniel Hawthorne
Young Goodman Brown came forth at sunset into the street at Salem village; but put his head back, after crossing the threshold, to exchange a parting kiss with his young wife. And Faith, as the wife was aptly named, thrust her ...
A HAUNTED HOUSE by Virginia Woolf
Published On Saturday, April 24, 2010. Under: Horror, Woolf, Virginia.
A HAUNTED HOUSE by Virginia Woolf
Whatever hour you woke there was a door shutting. From room to room they went, hand in hand, lifting here, opening there, making sure—a ghostly couple.
"Here we left it," she said. And he added, "Oh, but here too!" "It's upstairs," ...
THE PIT AND THE PENDULUM by Edgar Allen Poe
Published On Saturday, April 10, 2010. Under: Horror, Poe, Edgar Allen.
THE PIT AND THE PENDULUM
Impia tortorum longos hic turba furores
Sanguinis innocui, non satiata, aluit.
Sospite nunc patria, fracto nunc funeris antro,
Mors ubi dira fuit vita salusque patent.
