Horror Fairy

The footsteps grew louder with each step, and it wasn’t until it was close and clear, did he hear the accompanying sound. Whatever it was, it was dragging something metallic with it. The boy began shaking in his hiding spot, afraid to even look behind him. He shook in his spot when he finally heard no sound.

Enjoy this short story by Mace Styx. George heaved a great sigh, dragging a hand over his face. “Rebecca...do you recall when your mother was pregnant with Orin?” he asked. “I don’t suppose you do”. Rebecca frowned in thought, then shook her head. “Not very well”, she said. “I would have only been around eight years old at the time. But I remembered she was bedridden during the last couple of months, wasn’t she”? “She nearly died”. George replied, and Amelia visibly flinched".

For Eli Larkin, the war is over. There is nothing left but to return home to his wife and children. As he draws nearer, he is pulled to the cornfield to discover a horrifying truth. The carnage he witnessed in the war is nothing compared to the savage road of slaughter he soon will traverse; for Donn, TX needs its caretaker, and it requires it to be born in butchery.

"The light from the fire against the tent cast some strange shadows, but nothing out of the ordinary, as Tony whispered that it was probably Bumi going to pee in the foliage. Leaning slowly to one side I raised the flap of the tent and stared out. Panic gripped me when I suddenly realized that the tent opposite, Bumi’s tent, was empty. Not only that, but his backpack was missing. Why would he take his stuff if he’s just going to pee? I asked myself and then Tony, out loud. In response he told me not to panic. Surely wherever Bumi had gone he would be back by morning".

Dos impresionantes historias de suspense y misterio están a punto de revelarse ante tus ojos. En esta segunda entrega de dos historias inéditas del aclamado escritor Stephen Howard que te adentrará al mismo suspense y terror cuando conozcas la primera historia llamada: El juguete diabólico y la segunda: terror mundial contadas de una manera sencilla y fluida que te atrapará desde las primeras líneas.

When FBI Agent Chad Nelson catches up with the only suspect in a string of disturbing serial murders, the strange man he's been chasing uses a power beyond Nelson's imagination to send him somewhere...else. And when he wakes up in the body of another Chad Nelson - a brilliant, violent serial killer - he struggles to understand what has happened to him. But he soon learns the nightmare has only begun when he wakes again paralyzed in his own body, now taken over by the "other" Chad Nelson - the serial killer.

While the image of Boris Karloff slowly shuffling across the screen with wraps of what looked like toilet paper wound around him may not have frightened me. The less well lit corners of esoteric magic did. As a scholar of history and particularly folklore, I had occasion to research the origins and uses of ritual magic within the Middle Ages. I was stunned by how much of what we think of as "medieval" magic actually finds its roots with the Ancient Egyptians.

Evil lurks in the ancient dark forest. Those perilous dangers have protected the Aljo-Gari tribe for generations. This year, however, the pleasant weather and mild climate have made the forest uneventful. Irritated with the monotony, Thulvia rashly ventures out to find excitement worthy of the nightly story circle. The forest does not disappoint; unspeakable terrors await.

En 1921, en el Hospital Real de Santiago, en la Planta 14, una mujer embarazada va a tener su bebé, pero algo inesperado hace que todo salga mal. Muchos años después, en Madrid, un periodista fallece en su casa. Al investigar entre sus cosas Juan, un inspector de policía, encuentra una carpeta con un contenido que le hace sospechar y empieza a intentar descubrir qué significan las cruces marcadas que aparecen delante de los nombres de unas madres, de sus hijos recién nacidos, y de los médicos implicados en sus nacimientos.

A peasant's son leaves his family after being drafter into the army and returns far more different than anyone ever expected.

Another strange and frightening tale by Nikolai Gogol with roots in Ukrainian lore. When a poor peasant falls in love with the daughter of a wealthy farmer, a dark power interferes, promising him the fulfillment of his wishes but neglecting to mention the terrible price.

"Bayou's Hex" is a tale of voodoo. An ancient curse and chant open Pandora's box in a Louisiana tavern...and all hell breaks loose.

Many tales have been told about the Wendigo, the man-eating monster of Algonquin legend. But how many times has the Wendigo ever spoken for himself? Step inside and take a gander at the mind of the top predator in Canada's North Woods.

A Roman soldier steals the Cup of Life from a small church in Britannia, seeking to carry the Cup to Rome as a prize. Instead, he finds himself tempted by the legend that those who drink from the cup will have eternal life. What the legends don't talk about is the price of that eternal life.

Missing people. Stories of monsters lurking in the shadows. When Mason hikes into the woods searching for clues as to what happened to his father, he gets so much more than he bargained for. The real world is about to be uncovered.

Red Riding Hood, retold by the (fictional) AI Millenniarellabot after being fed fairy tales and texts on euthanasia.

In 1673 the first European explorers to travel down the Mississippi River spot on the high, sheer bluffs the painting of a huge, winged monster. Where does it come from? Why did somebody take the trouble and risk to paint it on the bluff face? The Indians told them the terrifying story of a man-eating, dragon-like creature, and the brave chief who killed it.

It was just a dusty old Buffalo Skull, but in it's own way, beautiful. With love and care, she restored it to a beautiful piece of art. Following old drawings, she thought it was perfect. But now that it was back to it's old self so was it's magic. No one noticed and if they did it wasn't spoken of. But now its power is making itself known.

Standing against the trunk of the oak tree was a man. His hair was silver, but not in a way that made him look old - it glinted faintly in the patches of light that punch through the crown of branches above. For a moment, Tansy wondered if maybe her eyes were playing tricks on her. That often happened when she was tired; she’d see something out of the corner of her eye and think it was something entirely different. When she blinked, though, he was still standing there, with a concerned look on his face.

Upon the occasion of her own demise, Mary Seacomb was buried, as was her wish, between the roots of the tree - despite the malevolent elements of her work and the fact that she was expressly forbidden from entering any of the church buildings within the surrounding areas. Accounts and parish records from the time reveal that she was regarded as something of an asset to the local area. This was particularly on account of her apparent ability to shield the town and a number of local villages from the effects of the black death.