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 Last Message
It started with a message... Emma, a 23-year-old student from London, had always been curious about the darker side of the internet. A self-proclaimed “paranormal enthusiast,” she loved browsing through mysterious forums, reading creepy tales, and watching strange, unsolved disappearances. One night, after scrolling through a forum she hadn’t visited before, she came across an unusual post titled “Send a Message to the Future, and It Will Reply.”
By ABDU LLAH6 months ago in Horror
Bloody Ceiling. Content Warning.
The inn was old—older than the crooked sign swinging above its warped doorway suggested. Paint peeled from the shutters, and ivy strangled the stone walls. But the price was cheap, and after a day of driving through the rain, Hal Draycott didn’t care about peeling paint or creaking stairs. He cared about a bed and a roof.
By E. hasan6 months ago in Horror
The Slumber Party Massacre Franchise is a Wonderful Fever Dream
The Slumber Party Massacre is an extremely underrated franchise. The series focuses on a simple slasher concept, a driller killer going after teens during a slumber party.
By Emy Quinn6 months ago in Horror
Daddy's Deadly Darling (a.k.a. Pigs)
🐖 Part One: A Pig’s Appetite and a Lady’s Touch One of the most inhospitable things I can think of is inviting someone over to dinner simply to bash in their skull and, when they fall over into the gravy, drag them outdoors to the hog shed, strip them, gut them like a fish, hang their bloody carcass up by a meat hook, and then feed their innards—eventually the whole carcass (what can't be put to other purposes)—to pigs.
By Tom Baker6 months ago in Horror
The Knock at 2 A.M.
I don’t usually wake up at 2 A.M. I am the kind of person who sleeps like a rock. But that night, something pulled me out of my dreams—like a string yanking me awake.
By ETS_Story6 months ago in Horror
The Girl in the Box: The Chilling Ordeal of Colleen Stan. Content Warning.
The Girl in the Box: The Chilling Ordeal of Colleen Stan On May 19, 1977, 20-year-old Colleen Stan set out from her home in Eugene, Oregon, with nothing more on her mind than a road trip to visit a friend in Northern California. She was young, adventurous, and like many at the time, comfortable hitchhiking. What began as a routine ride soon spiraled into one of the most shocking and disturbing captivity cases in American history. For the next seven years, Colleen’s life would be stolen from her, locked away—quite literally—in a wooden box beneath a bed.
By E. hasan6 months ago in Horror
The Acid Bath Murderer: England’s Most Chilling Conman-Turned-Killer. Content Warning.
The press would name him the “Acid Bath Murderer,” and his trial in 1949 would horrify a nation still recovering from war.
By E. hasan6 months ago in Horror
SEASON 2 : The Black Lung Communion: How a Surgeon’s Journal Sparked a Demonic Outbreak
CHAPTER 3: THE INTRAVENOUS CONFESSION The iron door to the old wing was cold, its surface pitted with rust and something darker that looked like old bloodstains. The master key felt alien in Liam’s hand, a sliver of cold metal that seemed to pulse with a malevolent life of its own.
By Tales That Breathe at Night6 months ago in Horror
Cradle of Death
What wouldn’t a mother do? If she was truly committed to saving the life of her sick baby, apparently, next to nothing. In this Season One episode of the always excellent "Friday the Thirteenth: The Series," a woman named Leslie Kent (Lynn Cormack, in a role with a sort of suburban evil queen aspect to it) with a coffin-like cradle and her weak, easily dominated husband seek to preserve the life of a sick infant (read: changeling child) by hunting down and murdering folks. Near a body of water.
By Tom Baker6 months ago in Horror
The Last Performance. Content Warning.
London, 1893. Fog thickened over Drury Lane, clinging to the cobblestones as though reluctant to part with the earth. The lamps burned dim, their halos swallowed by mist, but still a line gathered before the old theater. They came in furs and fine coats, eager to witness the final appearance of Adrian Mallory, the violinist whose music had bewitched Europe for more than a decade.
By E. hasan6 months ago in Horror
Don’t Open the Door
I’ve always thought living alone was freedom. No arguments about dishes, no noise I didn’t choose, no one asking why I was awake at three in the morning. Just me, my books, and the quiet.
By ETS_Story6 months ago in Horror
The Black Lung Communion: How a Surgeon’s Journal Sparked a Demonic Outbreak
CHAPTER 1: “THE BREATHING X-RAY” The air in St. Hedwig’s records room smelled of yellowing paper and regret. It was a scent Dr. Liam Evans had grown accustomed to over twenty years of service, but tonight, it felt different. Thicker. As if the walls themselves were holding their breath.
By Tales That Breathe at Night6 months ago in Horror