Tag: horror

  • Teatime

    Teatime

    TW for unpleasant eating experience/gagging Harry held his pinky out as he drank, pursing his lips to sip a shy mouthful of tea. He smiled and set the cup down on its saucer, careful not to let it clink.  ‘How’d you like it?’ ‘Delightful, madam.’ ‘Try the spaghetti.’ Harry hummed. This moment had happened once…

  • Familiarity

    Familiarity

    I know those eyes. The cold unfeeling blue. I know that malicious smile. The grinding and retching of the teeth. I know those freckles. The splattered pattern like a bleach stained dress. The blonde hair. The gaunt cheeks. The vacant stare. I know those features. Because they are features of me. I slowly reach out…

  • We Need a Pianist

    We Need a Pianist

    I arrive at the Pavilion at 7:30pm in my best maroon suit. Stressing about my fingers. I’ve parked, engine’s off. Unfurl my fingers, staring, and thinking, they’re not broken anymore, and there won’t be an accident tonight that changes that. So, I go inside. The Pavilion is one of those old and grand buildings that’s…

  • Bonding

    Bonding

    I. In the deep woods, the decaying and overgrown world, the twisted vines snap, frail from whips of wind. I am consumed, by the hollowness of the night. Here lie the crystals, the mild candlelight and my sacrifice – a bloody, fluffy bunny. Crafted cantations carved from my carnal craze. Cracking call ringing in the…

  • Ardent Spirits

    Ardent Spirits

    The effects of ardent spirits upon the human body and mind: Obstruction of the liver, Jaundice and dropsy of every cavity in the body, Diabetes,   Voices, music. Now the empty street footsteps and an empty bottle.   Falsehood,  fraud,  theft,  and murder,   An overpass. The tangled veins of the city below. A car…

  • Doomsday, Man

    Doomsday, Man

    I’m no blushing bride when it comes to a good snog sesh, but someone’s stank ass breath can really kill the vibe.      This gaping maw throws an absolute rancid gush of air at me, landing like a wet sock across my cheek. I am not breathing that. Not chill, dude. Their little liver-purple tongue is…

  • The Ghost of Mount Keira

    The Ghost of Mount Keira

    By Max Mandile Mount Keira harbours dark secrets. I’ve often felt a sense of unease in the area… a sense of wonderment. Living so close to it, I would often hear strange noises echo from the mountain and would see weird things occur when summiting the mountain at night (once the sky even glowed orange, visible…

  • Drag Me to Hell – Film Review Friday

    Drag Me to Hell – Film Review Friday

    Perhaps one of the most dangerous possessions are grudges.  The past can be held in the hands of people you would never guess. Think you’re the nicest person you know? Think again. Even the best people are not immune to being taken down by an enemy for a slight against them. So when Christine Brown…

  • Witch

    Witch

    I am the woman who disappeared into the mist in her last life, The one who ran off the lip of the cliff, And whose body was never found at the bottom, They call me witch, with a hiss. They nudge me towards damnation, And I go with long strides, And a smile, For hell…