After the world went dark, there was only me, my nightmares... and Claire.

Twelve thirty-six. A child in the moonlight. Pipe organs. Dear God, will this circle of death never end?

Life as we know it is long gone, and people sell the bodies of their loved ones for food. Follow the story of one woman as she survives in this impossible world.

And life is thorny, and youth is vain, and to be wroth ... doth work like madness in the brain.

If you turned the light off when you left a room, and returned to find it on again would you be more afraid than if you sat in that room in the dark? My ongoing and ever changing bible for horror writing.

Some of the most sane people you know may not be so sane after all." - Erin Eckenroad. What happens when people you think seem so average turn out to be just the opposite?

Come here and justify your paranoia. The voices can't help you, but I can.

Mrs. Grady learns that there's more to her fourth-grade class than meets the eye...

My neighbor is a very UNIQUE man. UNIQUE enough to scare the whole neighborhood.

A gentle interlude that takes place at night in a lovely park. Here we are privy to the thoughts of one man as he makes his usual walk in the evening. Good for him, not for someone else.

In the end, we've lost our homes. In the end, we've lost our names. In the end, nothing was left. And so much more started to evolve. Post-apocalyptic, one-shot, a tad bit depressing. Where will you be when the world ends?

Five short tales of horror caused by accidents One involving a woman driving away from a hit and run, only to find out it was her best friend. Another involving a woman accidentally killing her boyfriend and trying to hide the body...

Rivier could still see the walls and the smears of blood, both fresh and dried right in front of him but it was darkened by the lack of light. When he stared long enough, the smears would resemble faces as though ghosts lived in the walls...

The day that Jeremy Moore decided to kill his mother was the day that the sky fell in... Review and I return the favour.

‘Just smile,’ I say. But they never do… He took the knife and began to cut her lips at the edges, the slice curving up into a gruesome smile. Review and I will return the favor.

What will a woman do when her husband leaves her after a disfiguring accident? Revenge is sweet.

[ficlet] Little Kitty needs some serious quenching. Not water, not lemon juice, just plain blood. Maybe sweet, tangy blood will do. Meow.

An author, starved of inspiration, finds his muse - and it nearly kills him.

She admired herself in the reflective surface of the scalpel, flashing a smile to the makedo mirror. Oh, how beautiful she looked. [Graphic]

You’re bleeding so love can blossom.