“All I remember is watching the police pull up to our house, come inside, and shoot my father.”
“My grandparents knew the Boston Strangler. He was a gentleman and often gave my grandmother a ride home because my grandfather asked him to.”
I tried to scream in the dream and kept trying to scream when my eyes popped open, but no sound escaped. I couldn’t even force my lips to part. The most I could do was bob a toe, twitch a pinkie.
There is a myth that horror is a genre that only men and boys read and write. I think this partially stems from an outdated idea that women cannot handle blood and violence.
The creepy, crazy, horrific makeup stylings of Australian artist Kiana Jones.
“His intestines just fell out everywhere like if you had a bag of spaghetti and cut the side open.”
After the loss of a child along with a slew of agonizing misfortunes, Nick and Jess decide to end their lives.
This was winter in northern Michigan and this was private property. There was no reason anyone should have been outside in freezing temperatures pounding on my parents’ window.
“I freak out, turn around, and SHE IS STANDING RIGHT BEHIND MY BROTHER AND I.”
It was all over in under a minute—less time than it usually took him to retouch a photo of himself.