The Daughter of Tem
Creeping, October fog lay thick around the Chamberlain Hotel’s empty veranda and clung close to the windows, like fragile, but heavy hands pounding silently on the thick, leaded glass.
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Sigils for Bullies
Brent mowed him over just before practice started. The coaches were in the field house and other players were still suiting up, leaving the few witnesses available conveniently looking the other way.
Lice
Elise was sitting in the rear passenger seat of her parent's car, and her mother was driving. She was small enough that she was not allowed to sit in the front passenger seat.
Dark Harbor Magazine Issue #001
The first issue of Dark Harbor Magazine has arrived, and it’s filled with seven unforgettable stories. These aren’t just tales of fright. Each one is an exploration of what it means to be human when the world becomes strange, eerie, or downright unsettling.
The Dog Days of Summer
Katie and Jason rolled their bikes through the thick forest. Their shoes crunched over the fallen pine needles, and the sweltering August heat slipped through the tree branches like boiling water.
Royalty
We received a mundane call for a corpse found in the Downtown Wilson Apartments. Anne Elliot was found rotting in her living room after a foul smell was reported by a number of residents.
Mr. Loveless in Room 719
It’s not looking good for the Angels. Top of the seventh, Game 6, series tied up at three a piece, and the Giants are leading 4-0, just ten outs away from winning it all.
A Distant Howling
His prey was close by, crouched and trembling among a dense thicket of blackberry bushes, its breath visible in the cold night air.
Belgrade Butcher
The first thing my wife says to them is: “No one is coming to help you. No one will ever come. Get that out of your head. The only person who can help you is yourself.”
Introduction to What We Talk About When We Talk About Horror and Other Stories
What I’m about to write won’t sound like your usual introduction to a collection of short stories, especially not someone’s first collection. For one thing, I’ve decided to write it myself instead of asking someone like Clive Barker, Stephen King...