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The Black Forest Hunter
art Three: The Forest Remembers The night in the Black Forest was unlike any other night Khalid had known. It was not merely the absence of the sun, but the presence of something else. Something that breathed between the trees, crawled beneath the fallen leaves, whispered in the hollows of ancient trunks.
By youssef mohammedabout 7 hours ago in Horror
The Channel 3 Broadcast Archive: Why I Stopped Buying Unmarked VHS Tapes
There is a specific smell to forgotten media. It’s a mixture of degrading plastic, basement mildew, and the metallic tang of static electricity. If you frequent estate sales in the rural Midwest, you know exactly the scent I’m talking about. Most people go looking for antique furniture or vintage jewelry. I go looking for magnetic tape.
By The Glitch Archiveabout 7 hours ago in Horror
In June
June 3 I find myself still strangely lightheaded from my purchase this afternoon. My intent upon entering the antique shop had been merely to escape the sweltering heat, yet I soon found myself in the back of the place, standing before a statue, my breath heavy and rhythmic, my hand rubbing at my wallet. I cannot recall crossing through the store.
By Aaron Morrisonabout 8 hours ago in Horror
Stranger Danger. Content Warning.
“Booty going up down,” I scream as I make my way to the dancefloor. Some good old T-Pain blasting through the speakers and a few tequila shots is just what I needed. It's been forever since I've been out with my girls and just let loose. But after the crappy day I had at work, letting loose was just what I needed. The colorful lights cutting through the dark, the hot clammy air, and the smell of cheap perfumes, alcohol, and sweat don't faze me as I twerk all my sorrows away. A big manly hand lands on my waist. Firmly but gently, I'm being held, and without even looking to see who this stranger is, I turn it up a notch as the DJ smoothly transitions into dancehall. Dancehall Queen starts blasting through the club, and it's on. Time to show these suckers who the real dancehall queen is. As I bump and grind on this stranger, his grip becomes firmer, and it awakens my curiosity. Without being too obvious, I decide to see who I'm dancing with. The club is dark, and so is he as I catch a glimpse of him. Just enough for me to confirm that I like what I see. In one smooth movement, I turn around, and we're now dancing face to face. He's wearing a black satin button-up that shows a big part of his chest, which is glistening with sweat.
By Kimberly Martisabout 18 hours ago in Horror
