Candlelight, Rainy Night, Classy Horror Movies: When You're From Another Era

 

It's a rainy October night. Curl up to candlelight, a glass of red wine, and get ready to watch classic and classy horror movies that fit the atmospheric mood.

How I Became a Horror Writer

 

It's funny to run a top paranormal blog and write horror when people know me as a kind, lighthearted, person full of gratitude and childlike wonder. 

Teaser From Our Upcoming Streaming TV Series, "Dark Selfies"

 

I'm so grateful for being a part of a team of some of the most creative and talented minds for TV production. We are thrilled to reveal that we are moving forward with the filming of our thriller/suspense anthology show.

Horror in the Clouds by Scott Shoyer

I have been following Scott Shoyer's amazing horror review site, Anything Horror for many years. He is a most talented author and also extremely knowledgeable about the horror genre. I'm excited to share his latest release - 

Abandoned Places: Short Chillers

 

I'm ushering in the spooky season with some photos of abandoned places and short flash fiction beneath to give my readers an afternoon thrill. Enjoy!

Church of Purgatory 

Along a dusty untraveled road sat the decaying skeleton of a once grand church.

The curious wanderer stopped at the entrance to squint into the darkness.

"Come in," spoke a disembodied voice. "Come, boy, don't be afraid. We have cast out all the sinners. Repent boy and join our legion in the ether of this cathedral."

The mental ward shut down and the exhausted and financially strapped owner opened the doors and let the patients free. 

They wandered the marshes around the bay, some finding shelter under a suspension bridge, others being captured by the townsfolk and sent to other facilities. 

But, the stubborn ones remained in the facility's pantry, determined to stay no matter what. 

One day, months later, the bank sent someone to slap a sign on the door. The curious worker entered and poked around looking for some expensive bauble he could steal. But what he didn't expect were the hungry feral residents hiding behind the pantry door....

“I’m up here! Please! Hurry!”

He hated kids. He loved dogs.

Wild dogs. Ones that would chase the neighbors away. He'd feed them raw meat on Wednesdays. That is, if they hadn't caught anyone to eat.

A single candle glowed in the attic window each night. Shadows moved within. When the light went out, the chanting began. And continued until dawn...

She had four handymen over the years and yet nothing looked improved to the neighbors. Come to think of it, no one had seen the caretakers either....