Archives for Horror
The Sack by P. Thompson
“Gimme all your Halloween candy, twerp,” the teenager growled as he stepped out of the shrubbery by the cemetery, blocking the path of a boy dressed in a ghost costume. The adolescent raised his rubber skull-mask from off his pizza face and balled his free hand into a fist. “If you don’t hand it over, I’ll cram this knuckle sandwich through your buck teeth!”
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
THE MINISTER’S BLACK VEIL A PARABLE by Nathaniel Hawthorne
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 ...
THE DEVIL AND TOM WALKER by Washington Irving
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 ...
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 ...
Young Goodman Brown by Nathaniel Hawthorne
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 ...
A HAUNTED HOUSE by Virginia Woolf
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 ...
THE PIT AND THE PENDULUM by Edgar Allen Poe
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.