Never Bet the Devil Your Head by Edgar Allan Poe
NEVER BET THE DEVIL YOUR HEAD A Tale With a Moral. by Edgar Allan Poe “Con tal que las costumbres de un autor,” says Don Thomas de las Torres,
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Young Goodman Brown by Nathaniel Hawthorne
The story begins in Salem village, where young Goodman Brown bids farewell to his wife, Faith, to embark on a mysterious night journey.
Continue readingDrone by Salvatore Difalco
A fly flew into Diego’s mouth. He spluttered and waved his arms around, disgusted. One hundred Fahrenheit in the shade and the flies buzzed undeterred.
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An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge by Ambrose Bierce
An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge by Ambrose Bierce is a classic and chilling short story.
Continue readingThe Call of Cthulhu by H.P. Lovecraft
In the depths of the ocean, an ancient evil stirs from its aeons-long slumber, sending ripples of madness across the globe. As a young man delves into his late uncle’s research, he uncovers a terrifying conspiracy
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THE MINISTER’S BLACK VEIL A PARABLE by Nathaniel Hawthorne
Another clergyman in New England, Mr. Joseph Moody, of York, Maine, who died about eighty years since, made himself remarkable by the same eccentricity that is here related
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The Witch by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov
In a remote church hut during a fierce snowstorm, Savely Gykin, the sexton, suspects his young, attractive wife Raissa of being a witch who can control the weather to lure men to their dwelling.
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THE MASQUE OF THE RED DEATH
THE MASQUE OF THE RED DEATH by Edgar Allen Poe The “Red Death” had long devastated the country. No pestilence
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When the Moon is Full and Bright by Ty Green
Blanche took the high ground, like Grandma and Grampa had taught her. On the Chaney Junior High School playground, this was the top of the jungle gym, a towering monstrosity of looping stainless steel that few of the other kids ever dared to scale.
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Questions For Vampires by Anastasia Gustafson
Marcus didn’t mean to kill Angelina. Not really. But she was dead as a doornail, alright, and white as a sheet. In his candle-lit studio apartment, strewn with white rose petals and piles of books,
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