Nights of Terror: The World of Horror Stories
The little island lay off the coast, scarcely apparent through the thick mist stuck to the sea. On the island’s tallest bluff stood the Blackmoor Beacon, transcending and old-fashioned, its light slicing irregularly through the dull waters. For north of 100 years, mariners murmured that Blackmoor had its very own psyche — its light glinting … Read more
In a little, separated town settled between moving slopes and thick timberlands, there was a spot the locals generally stayed away from: the Murmuring Woods. The name came from the unusual, frightful murmurs that could be heard around evening time, floating through the trees like spooky mumbles. Many said the forest were spooky, yet few … Read more