Tagged: Horror

It feels almost bittersweet, huh? Coming to the end of such a long story? We’ve had more than a month of mannequins, strange happenings, and spooks galore.

If you’re here, if you’ve read this far, then you’re in it for the long haul. You want to see where this tale goes.

Did your parents let you stay home alone when you were a teen? What age was it? Did you feel like you could handle it? And did you ever worry that something knew you were home alone?

Ah, I see you’ve returned. So, you want to know where this nightmare is going, huh?

Are you afraid of puppets, dear reader? Do dolls make you uncomfortable? There’s a reason they show up in horror so often.

Ah, you’ve returned. I see you’re a person of a refined palette—a spooky connoisseur.

Today, we serve a slower horror—a two-part course about normal flaking away. It’s as delicious as it is dangerous. As uncanny as it is well-plated.

An open window uncovered by blinds can be a dangerous thing. For creatures that stalk the night, it’s a siren song—a portal to someone’s life.