Nights of Terror: The World of Horror Stories
Mara had forever been a light sleeper, yet the beyond couple of weeks had been terrible. Consistently, at unequivocally 3:13 a.m., she awakened to the weak sound of piano music floating through the walls of her loft. She lived alone on the eleventh floor, without any neighbors on one or the other side of her … Read more
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
Two months had passed since Maya evaporated, and the town had in essence continued on. Nobody really considered discussing her vanishing resoundingly, yet murmurs followed her memory like a shadow. The Empty House remained as it generally had, calm and threatening, its windows actually gazing vacantly at the town like the eyes of a visually … Read more
In the core of the old town, where slanted roads wandered under the shadows of old trees, stood a house nobody considered drawing nearer. The house had a set of experiences — one covered under long stretches of murmured bits of hearsay and failed to remember misfortunes. Its windows, always blurred, appeared to gaze vacantly … Read more