01 Feb When the Pigs Scream
I’m used to late nights. My job means a lot to me, so obviously, I want to keep it and that means putting my all into it when things get busy. If that means I get home at 9 or 10, then that’s fine. Success...
27 Jan Dark Shadows Rising
Paul nearly jumped out of his skin when he realized that his little sister was standing right next to him. He was focused like a laser, writing the next horror short that the Dark Shadows Rising podcast was demanding. The closer the deadline loomed, the...
24 Jan Dark Winter
“Look, Daddy! An airplane!” my son Sedrek pointed up at the sky at the brilliant metallic dot cutting a white line across the clear blue sky. This was something of a family tradition. When I saw airplanes as a little boy, I had to point them...
23 Jan Chasm
My name is Russell Green. At dawn on the morning of June 14 of this year I set off in a rented boat to a spot eleven miles north of Oymur on Russia’s Lake Baikal. My destination was informally called the Pit of Night. Three...
22 Jan The Man Who Returned
John Woodford in his first moments of returning consciousness was not aware that he was lying in his coffin. He had only a dull knowledge that he lay in utter darkness and that there was a close, heavy quality in the air he breathed. He...
19 Jan Old Maggie’s Pool
Not far from where we’re sitting now is a pool of water no bigger than the width of a car. It lies stagnant, the breeze never touching its surface, as it is surrounded on all sides by large grey rocks that jut nine or ten...
18 Jan The Ruins on the Loch
It was a favorite spot of mine. I would happily sit by the clear water and look out to the surrounding hills as the sun peeked out from behind them. Each summer had been bliss there, but by then that bliss had turned to terror. For...
16 Jan Carson’s Folly
Youth is forever entwined with adventure. The vast horizon speeds away from a young mind into infinity. A world to be discovered. Possibilities waiting to be made certainties. Out there, beyond. Not far from where we now sit, two teenagers propelled by that hunger for...
14 Jan Fey Hollow
I was but a boy when I first discovered the grove in the wood, or, perhaps, when it discovered me. I came across the path leading to it down from my grandparents’ house where I would often visit in the summer months, wild and free...
13 Jan The Legend of Ol’ Mother Cleaver
This is a true story. I know that’s cliché to say. In this day and age, claiming something incredible happened without video proof is a surefire way to make certain people won’t believe you. Everyone does it, though, especially in the realm of the scary...
12 Jan Axe Murder Hollow
There was once a farmer who lived outside the city of Erie, Pennsylvania. On a small hill overlooking his fields he built himself a little wooden house with thirteen steps leading up to it and a barn for his horse and tools. He was a...
10 Jan Sounds
My name is Kenneth Vilma. December 17, 2010, marked the third day of my escape from Grovenor Penitentiary in Crystalis, Michigan, and my second day in the Wolf Paw State Forest with another convict, Ron Heil. We’d been on the run since paying off two...
06 Jan The Corruption of Hawkswood
If one were to drive southbound from the historic city of Durham, following the winding roads through the old pit villages, you would eventually come to a quiet road, shadowed by the presence of trees. Before long the road will widen to half-reveal a turning...
18 Dec Magic Vs. Magick
Three years ago, I was in a class of highly respected magicians. Every sleight of the hand, trick of the lightning I have seen and replicated. I once even won a large sum of money on one of those television programs as a runner up. I...
14 Dec Porkrind Gulch
The lore behind Porkrind Gulch is as old and dusty as the desert it sits in. A relic from the Old West, Porkrind Gulch’s economy revolved around, as the name implies, porcine products. Anything swine had to offer, from the meat to the hooves to even...
13 Dec Mouthy Buddha
So, like I was saying, genetics aren’t very kind. They either go all into your brain or all into your body. The latest Facebook quiz told me that I’m the reincarnation of Stephen Hawking. I could have told you that. Why else would I have gotten...
10 Dec The Beast of Cairn Gorm
Just over a 100km north of Inverness, Scotland in the small village of Braemar, on the Berriedale River, lived a Gaelic-speaking people of approximately 800. Raising cattle, farming and being good neighbors was the village’s primary mission statement. Winters remained dark and bitter but pints...
05 Dec The Basement
So, this one… this is the beginning of the most terrifying paranormal thing that ever happened to me. Technically, this should be titled “The Doll” since it spans several years, and several locations, and the central theme is a ventriloquist dummy I got as a...
05 Dec The Serpent of the Black Swamp
I have an obsession with a woman. She’s a wild child. As unpredictable and dangerous as a boar. As potent as a viper. She’s the kind of woman kids and drunks made legends about. The kind that’ll promise curses to those who trespass against her....
03 Dec Ol’ No. 37
The smoke in the air stung their eyes, but all eight men were fixated on the hulking figure at the head of the table. He seemed unaffected by the cigars’ haze, peering angrily through it at his subjects. All nine men held each other with...