Category: Horror

Correspondence Log

Hello B—,  I’ve forwarded your email re: the growing hole oozing in the corner of the open floor space plan to maintenance. It may take them a few days to get to it, because as you know, since J— disappeared (no call, no notice! Who does that?) they’re a bit understaffed.  In the meantime, would […]

Song of the Deep Wood

The rushing current and the birds’ cries rose to a boisterous chatter. Yhvie wrapped her fly line in a loose knot to the pole as Freda bounded past, flinging mud. The cabin sat visible up the long hill but with a grueling hike to get to it, one that had grown hard on her knees […]

A Lesson in Evolution

The man’s gums chomped unceasingly as he undid the apron around his waist. The apron read “World’s Worst Grandad,” and was smeared with sauce and flakes of barbeque gristle. He licked his fingers. There was something strange about his eyes, Keith thought. “A sack of the corn, some of that deer scent, and those beef […]

Whisky & Sours

I lean against the outer wall of the checkpoint hut and stare past the tops of towering hemlocks and cedars to the snow-frosted Cariboo mountains beyond. The view would be perfect, but for the smoke from the pit and Willie Harper sitting astride his piebald horse, rifle slung across his shoulder. He rides patrol back […]

Mozart is Not a Vampire

It was shortly after his peer’s passing, that Kapellmeister Salieri began hearing the wind differently. Through the oaks it moaned like bassoons. Through slender beech limbs it whined like oboes. The gusts shaking the trees reminded him of the choral blast of the Requiem. And when it rained, the drops tinkled like the Per la […]

Cut-Rate Couples Weekend at the Witch House Inne and Tavern (9 reviews)

Enjoy a weekend getaway with your other half in our luxuriously updated replica of the original Witch House, a 17th-century cottage set in the heart of historic Arkham. A ten minute walk through the old town’s picturesque alleys will earn you romantic river views and access to Pickman’s Gallery and Portraiture, the Cats of Ulthar […]

Drums of the Trireme

Everything in this place keeps time with the tattoo of the drum. The groan of the oars, the rattling of chains, the crack of the lash, all of it in the same cadence. I even find my climb to the deck above matching the tempo of the rhythmic pounding. No one knows where the metronomic […]