Running from September 15th through October 15th. Winners will be announced on Halloween.
“Dada!” The baby stood clutching her crib bars, rocking violently back and forth. It was bedtime, and as had been the case every night since the Heller’s move to the new house, she refused to go to sleep. Her reasons varied. Hungy, she sometimes claimed. Or she shivered in place saying code. Tonight, simply neh […]
While dealing with the death of her beloved grandfather, Clara must battle a supernatural entity.
Lucio stood like an anxious dog wagging his tail at his owner, when he heard a bird sing with the voice and melody of an uncanny familiar song. He turned and stared at the bird sitting on the roof of his house. Lucio’s entire body itched, from his skin to his insides.
1. His face looks gaunt, even through the steam haze on the bathroom mirror. He wipes a streak clear with his hand. In the harsh light of the LEDs, the hollows of his cheeks are darkened by both shadows and stubble and he slips with the razor. A bead of blood forms and trickles down
He wanted to be a part of her life. He just forgot to ask.
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A swooning rocked through her chest, letting the music course over her skin as she sang along. “You can check in anytime you like, but you can never leave.” Fyrn’s hips swayed as she mumbled the melody. She dove into the malaise of smoke and noise in the dimly lit space, tension dissipating. The heat of her embarrassment faded under the pretense of having a good time, rather than care what her voice sounded like above the murmur of the crowd.
“Investigators say the suspect uses force and/or coercion to enter homes. Due to a recurring pattern, authorities believe the suspect may be responsible for eight known murders. Police urge residents not to answer their doors until the warning is lifted.”
Latch Mary jolted awake, breath sharp in her throat. She lay still, waiting for feeling to return to her heavy limbs. For a moment, she couldn’t tell if the pounding she heard was in the walls or inside her own chest. She was on her living room couch, the AC blasting on her face.
“Wilder? You there, bud?” The doctor walked cautiously but with purpose, following the path of trampled, discolored grass, his eyes fixed on the blue horizon. Softly, he called again, careful not to look, to frighten, “Wilder? Bud?” “Oh – Doc, I uh– ” the boy turned sharply to face the shed wall – ” Ain’t
Ash and Eli watched the feed from Eli’s bedroom. Curtains drawn. Volume low. Eyes wide. Yet, a growing heaviness filled the air, like an invisible presence pressing down on them. A strange feeling settled in their stomachs, a quiet dread that whispered something was very wrong.
Behind him, the basement door slowly creaks open. Dave peers over the top of his seat. Shadows seem to creep up the basement steps and inch their way across the living room. Dave walks to the door, grabs its knob. He peers into the basement’s black maw.
She shivers in the chilly air of the autumn night. Her white dress offers little protection from the cold night. The moon seems to have a hole in it as she looks up at it.
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The first time I heard the knocking from the mirror, I thought I was crazy. To be honest I was also quite drunk that first time, and I chalked it up to the pounding in my brain caused by the tequila so I went to bed. The next time, however, I was stone cold sober
It is done. Amanda lay still and bloody beneath me on her bed. My trophy from her floating in the chemical jar snug under my arm. Her nude body is enchanting in the candlelight, but I dare not disturb her. No, this is how I want them to find her. I dress and leave. The taste in my mouth is metallic, and I think it’s blood. There isn’t enough light in the getaway car to look in the mirror and check for any signs of bleeding. […]
Martin doesn’t answer the cabin door anymore. But silence can’t keep the uninvited out.
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After all, he’d wished upon them pain and misery. You understand, of course, I had to distance myself from these people to establish a new Thomas. But, finally, I can seek them out. All of them.
In the quiet cul-de-sac of Pike Street, some legends refuse to die. For generations, parents warned their children about Wilson—the boogeyman said to haunt the woods behind the elderly Georges’ house at Number 14—a feral son. A military experiment gone wrong. A creature that only hunted those under twenty-one. Most dismissed it as a scary story… until Halloween 1985. That night, the legend came to life in a bloodbath of unimaginable savagery. Children in costumes, trusting neighbors, and law enforcement all fell to a hulking nightmare with yellow eyes and a taste for bone-crushing violence. One boy—Jimmy—barely escaped with his life, but the nightmare followed him home. A year later, still haunted by loss and guilt, Jimmy returns to the cursed house with a small group of friends determined to burn the evil to the ground. What they discover inside is far worse than they imagined: a government-created monster with a message of vengeance and proof that Wilson was never alone. Blending the relentless terror of classic 1980s slashers with the paranoia of The X-Files, this gripping tale of survival, conspiracy, and monstrous retribution will keep you up long after the final page. Because some doors should never be opened… and some fires never fully die out. In the woods behind Number 14, the monsters are still waiting.
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