slasher

Don't open that door! Psycho made slasher films a hallmark of the horror genre; explore iconic hackers, slashers, and chainsaw-wielding psychopaths, from the safety of your living room.

The Party
Gina was nervous about going to a party for the first time. There was going to be a lot of underage drinking taking place, and one boy that she had a huge crush on was waiting for her.
By Emy Quinn9 months ago in Horror
I Left the Door Unlocked for a Reason. Content Warning.
They always assume it’s a mistake. The lock. The door. The way it rests ajar with just enough darkness behind it to look accidental. That’s what they tell themselves — that maybe I was in a rush. Maybe I forgot. Maybe I’m just careless.
By E. hasan9 months ago in Horror
The Brothers Who Dined on Corpses. Content Warning.
Family and Tragedy Origins: Who Were These Brothers?: In a quiet village Darya Khan in northern Punjab, Pakistan, two brothers, Farman Ahmad (35) and Muhammad Arif (31) lived a troubled, volatile life. Their family endured hardship: their mentally ill sister, Nusrat, and two broken marriages left them isolated. According to villagers, Farman was addicted to drugs; Arif reportedly had mental health issues. Their unstable family environment laid the foundation for a horror few could imagine.
By Zia Ul Islam9 months ago in Horror
Freddy's Nightmares
What can you say about Freddy Krueger? He was the nightmare-a-holic's go-to man when I was around eleven or twelve—a real-life boogeyman, Hat Man, and trickster figure who seemed ripped from the pages of a pop-culture splatter movie fanzine and delivered straight to the videocassette shop of your uneasy sleep.
By Tom Baker9 months ago in Horror
The Lantern Path. Content Warning.
They told us never to follow the lights in Barlow Wood. Not that anyone warned me directly. I wasn’t from here. I came with Delilah—my partner—after her mother passed. The cabin was part of her inheritance, buried somewhere between the dying pines, shrouded in mist thick enough to choke on. She called it a “quiet place to grieve.”
By E. hasan9 months ago in Horror
The Couple
I was driving down an empty road, following a GPS that been frozen for about thirty minutes. I was warned constantly by my parents that I should brought a fucking map, but I refused. Even though this GPS is old, it never failed me once on any of my trips…until right now.
By Emy Quinn9 months ago in Horror
👾 Polybius: The Video Game That Didn't Just Play You — It Played With Your Mind. Content Warning.
In the murky haze of early 1980s arcades—amid the buzz of CRT screens and the scent of stale popcorn—there was said to be a machine unlike any other. Unmarked, dark, and strangely magnetic, the game known as Polybius allegedly appeared in a few suburbs of Portland, Oregon… and then disappeared forever.
By E. hasan9 months ago in Horror
THE HOSPITAL OF UNKNITTING
Season 1 CHAPTER 1: THE ADMISSION INTERVIEW The fluorescent lights buzzed like angry wasps as Dr. Eleanor Lorne gripped the clipboard. Patient #4479's intake form kept rewriting itself...the ink bubbling up into fresh words before her eyes.
By Tales That Breathe at Night9 months ago in Horror
Open Me Only When I’m Dead. Content Warning.
She was dead now. My grandmother. And I had the crowbar in my hands. Grandmother wasn’t the sentimental type. Cold-blooded, my mother used to say. “She raised me like a plant she forgot to water.” Yet at the funeral, they buried her with a rosary clenched so tightly in her fist it left red imprints on her bones. She died with her jaw unhinged. Not metaphorically — it literally hung open, dislocated, as if she’d been screaming when her heart stopped.
By E. hasan9 months ago in Horror
The Boat Trip
I watched my boyfriend, Marcus, swimming in the ocean. He thought it would be the perfect time to jump into the water, and go for a swim.
By Emy Quinn9 months ago in Horror
Into the Sewers
I crouched down in the dark, trying to make myself as small as possible. I could feel the damp, cold concrete through my thin t-shirt. There was a steady drip-drip towards the back of the pipe I’d chosen to hide in.
By Mother Combs9 months ago in Horror
The quiet one walks again . Content Warning.
I hadn’t spoken in years — not since the incident. Not even when they pushed my brother’s things into my arms — blood still soaking the folded hoodie. Not when they said, “You’re the only one left, Mallory. You have to try.”
By E. hasan9 months ago in Horror