LOGINHalloween can be a scream, the trick or treaters ultimate dream, on a dark, dreary night. When the dead start rising, therefore surprising, making them take flight. Goblins and ghouls are no fools, your demise they will incite. Before darkness turns to light and rid this terrible fright, read the writings on the rune, about the Curse Of The Hallow Moon.
View MoreAsa SwiftAsa Swift is a police officer in Indianapolis and has been in law enforcement for thirty-four years. He is married to his wife Janet and they have three sons. Ready for something new and having a creative side, he took to writing horror, his favorite genre of books and movies. Born in Hartford, Indiana, despite getting a late start in writing, he improves every day. Swift enjoys fishing, firearms, cooking and his grandchildren, and of course, HORROR! As a means of continue writing, he keeps his grandparents close to his heart and mind for always encouraging him to not give up.Brandon Ebinger Brandon Ebinger is a horror/dark fantasy author who lives in upstate New York with his fiancé and two cats. He holds a BA in creative writing. He enjoys horror films,Gothic rock and punk music and video games. He is a huge fan of haunted attractions, and spends October as a haunt actor. Brandon
The walls are so pale. It's nothing like the lively paper that furnished our beautiful and cursed home. At first, I loved that house so much. The memories we were building there made it home. If only it wasn't for that damned woman; that damned monster. That was no woman, it's a monster. Now, I’m laying here on this cold metal bed. It feels like each evening gets shorter, so I decided to write what really happened. It doesn’t matter that no one believes me. What I know is true; that thing took my baby.I knew it was lights out as the orderlies always force me to take my medicine around 8:45 p.m. They were always claiming that these meds will help me get better, such a lie. Could those pills make her and her crime disappear? No, all they do is make me feel numb and empty. My eyes grew heavy as the pills began their work through my blood and muscles. The rustling of the nearby trees announced the arrival of the late fall winds. I used to love Halloween so much
‘The presence of life is not the absence of the dead.’Arianna, quoted to Matt, who’d just read her a few horror stories on Halloween weekend. An odor of burning firewood began to mantle around them. It alerted of a shady existence, which they’d no idea so far was there. As it enclosed, Matt creased his brows.“Are you scared?” he inquired, closing the last book he brought from the city library.They have been neighbors for quite some time, and subconsciously he developed romantic feelings for Arianna, but never dared to confess until he got drunk two years back on a rainy evening.In that intoxicated stupor, he professed his undying love with a forceful kiss. Shocked with his actions, she had slapped him and ran away while he’d drowned himself in his guilt.Next day, when he sobered up at noon, he’d gone to her and apologized. Her charcoal eyes intimidated him even without her making the sli
1RITAOctober 29th…I’m ready for this. That’s what I keep telling myself, anyway.I clasp my hands and rest them on my lap, with the hope it'll stop them from shaking. Maybe staring out of the taxi window will help, and the view of the surroundings will calm me.As the car leaves Northern Beirut, silence, and the natural beauty of a river and mountains, replaces the busy streets, apartment blocks, office buildings and cars beeping at each other for no particular reason.It was nice to be out of the hotel and in the world, even if it shredded my nerves.The company had told me to take more time off, but I needed to fly here, I needed to do something different.Rotting in the temporary accommodation in London, with nobody to talk to was only making things worse. That’s the thing with grief; people are amazing at off
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“Filthy Hunters,” Lazlo said, peering through the cornstalks at the hearse that really wasn’t a hearse parked in the middle of the graveyard.Billy was nervous. He hadn’t been a werewolf for long but managed to avoid crossing paths with hunters. Hell, it was the numb
It’s when you’re in your cups that you’re most vulnerable to the delving inquiries of friends, and over the years those who know me best have waited until I was drunk to probe into my past. Who was the most beautiful woman I ever saw? The best meal I ever ate? What’s my fa
Every family has stories. Stories of Christmases and birthdays. Funny stories and sad ones. Handed-down family history, if you will, and when we get together, we love to reminisce about them. About the “old days.” Some stories are unusual or even something scary that happened






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