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Forgive Me
Forgive me for calling my mom or dad every time I can’t manage a breakdown. Sometimes I can do it on my own, other times they’re really bad. Mi amá siempre me dice: Resale su Padre Nuestro a tu hermano, hijo. Pídele fortaleza. Like the big brother that I am, I go sit next to… Continue reading
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I Hope That’s Okay
Mi querido Chuy, My dad, Manuel, and Sofia came down this weekend. I was excited to feel a sense of home—the type you feel with your siblings and parents—but knowing why they were here is a different story. On Saturday, we didn’t do much but spend time at my place. The mood was slightly somber,… Continue reading
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The Known Unknown
I don’t know where you are; I know that much. I don’t know if you know what we know. I hope you do and I hope you don’t. I don’t know what your last thought was, or if you even had one. What did you feel at the end? Did you have a chance to… Continue reading
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The Everlasting Nightmare
It always begins at nightfall. Like any other haunting thought or feeling, there’s a subtle pull—a gentle tug, so tender, so light, I feel it I feel it all the time at nightfall. Sometimes it’s a whisper, a memory, it takes the shape of an echo, or an afterimage It’s too hard to ignore, but… Continue reading
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Short Body Horror Story: “Punctures” – Beneath the Skin Lies the Horror
The turn inside the woods resulted in a delightful surprise: a small village in the mountains with a hotel to rest. The backlight of her phone illuminated the dark, dense room. The time read a few minutes passed the witching hour. She managed to sleep thirty-three minutes—a bit unfair when compared to traveling hours to… Continue reading
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Short Body Horror Story: “Hangnail” – When Pain Becomes Pleasure
It started with a sting. A sharp, nagging bite at the edge of my finger. Small, insignificant. Just a hangnail. But the more I touched it, the more it begged to be pulled. A dull ache pulsed beneath my skin, whispering that the only relief was to tear it away. My stomach twisted at the… Continue reading
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Spooky Halloween Tale: “The Long Halloween”
I A thick, looming fog cloaked the night, shielding it from the moonlight. At the peak of the witching hour, the streets were void of life but full of faint echoes of running children and skittering candy wrappers. After a long night of tradition, the quietness seemed rewarding. But, down the street, on the second… Continue reading
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Creepy Tale: “Sand Dunes of Sadness” – A Desert Horror Poem
In the desert’s endless night,Loneliness, a bitter blight,Hopeless whispers in the air,Dreams unravel in despair. Uninspired, the heart beats slow,Moonless skies with endless shadow,Night terrors in the silence creep,Into minds that never sleep. Sandstorms whisper hollow cries,Emptiness in boundless skies,Shadows stretch with haunting grace,In the desert’s vast embrace. No escape from sorrow’s cage,A barren soul… Continue reading
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Short Horror Story: “Human Sashimi” – A Tale of Culinary Terror
Everybody in the town of Marun loved Chef Benny’s sashimi. It wasn’t difficult to please the residents of the small town. They would eat anything, even if it was cooked in a rust-filled pan; true admiration. Foreigners of the town would say this admiration was a mask of obsessive devotion, a side effect of his… Continue reading
Macabre Moments 