Horror Stories

Two new stories every week

When the Blood Rain Falls

When the pregnant earth contracts and the ground trembles as though it were afraid... The homeless man flipped to his second piece of cardboard. I nervously glanced away. This red light was taking forever. Glancing back - When the clouds are angry in the sky and...

True legend of Friday 13th

Slow is the smolder of fire igniting in flesh. The skin cracks and dries and powders to ash, incinerating extremities long before flame penetrates to vital systems. The eyes will boil from the skull and cartilage will melt and run like wax. The insulated brain will be...

I’m afraid of a life without monsters

"Stay up as late as you want, I don't mind," my mother used to say. "I don't think Raleigha will like it though." Raleigha was the monster who lived in our neighborhood, or so my mother used to say. He had a mouth in the palm of each hand, and barbed teeth that...

The second time I killed myself was easier

I heard my wife squealing like a butchered animal the moment I entered our house. I almost called out to her before a deep, unfamiliar voice answered first. Up the stairs to the bedroom, her fresh peels of laughter haunting every step along the way. I stood outside...

I had to choose which child to save

The sanctity of my home was destroyed two years ago when a man smashed our kitchen window in the dead of night. I woke immediately, clutching sheets to my chest, pretending for as long as I could that the sounds of tinkling glass were fragments of a discarded dream....

My new sex robot won’t stop crying

Her silicone is as soft and pliable as real human skin. It even heats up to the right temperature with a pulse and everything. A dial on the back of her head gives 12 personality options, including "family friendly", "intellectual", "shy", and "sexual". She's so...

Redefining Love

I didn't believe that stars were real when I was a little girl growing up in New York. My parents told me they were drowned out by the city lights, but that didn't seem possible. It just didn't make sense how something that big could be completely invisible. What was...

An Open Letter to my Daughter’s Killer

An open letter to the killer of Samantha B. If you're somehow able to read this wherever you are now, know that I will find you. No father should have to watch their child lowered into the sacred silence of the earth. I don't know if there is a right age to die, but I...