Themes: Supernatural, psychological, ghost, and witch horror
YA ghost horror
Three lifelong friends confront restless ghosts and malevolent family secrets.
Iris, Gum, and Aidan are vacationing in Bad Creek, just like every summer. Except Iris’s older sister, Glory, drowned in the lake last year, and Iris can’t seem to move on; Gum is hiding his sexuality from his family while being viciously haunted by Glory’s rotting ghost; and Aidan is distraught over a drunken argument with Glory that he fears may have led to her death.
When Iris sleepwalks to the dilapidated house that Glory obsessively sketched in her final days, she and the boys begin to uncover a sinister history in the very bones of the town.
The trio must reckon with the events of last summer and uncover what lurks within Bad Creek before it takes Iris’s life next.
Psychological horror
Every woman who has lived on this farm has died. Emily just moved in.
When Emily Hauk’s mother dies, it’s time for her and her husband, Josh, to finally leave San Francisco. A farm in rural Nebraska is everything they want for a fresh start: clear skies, low costs, and distance from the grief back home.
They should have asked why the farm was for sale.
Three years ago, a teenage girl went missing from the farm. Soon after, the girl’s mother mysteriously died. The deeper Emily digs, the more stories she finds of women with a connection to her new home who’ve met their own dark ends.
The farmhouse was meant to be Emily’s fresh start, but with each passing day, her sanctuary slips further away. The barn seems to move throughout her property, as though chasing her. Her mother’s favorite music drifts across the corn. She swears she saw blood in one of the farmhand’s trucks. And the screams that wake her are not foxes, no matter how many times her husband says otherwise.
Despite Josh’s skepticism, Emily feels the darkness that has seeped into the soil of her farm. And if she wants to claim this place as her own, she’ll have to find the truth before whatever watches from the cornfield takes her too.
Witch horror
From bitter Witch’s candle glow,
A crow and rat weave tales of woe,
Mayhem regards, Flea watcheth soon,
The horrors beneath her beldam loon.
Up on the hill, children are prey,
The catlike game Witch loves to play,
Their crying souls could ne’er survive,
Her hunger fed, though still alive.
Beware Harrow, shadow, Hag of wax,
Too late! She comes. The crone attacks!
Horror collection
In this collection of social horror, characters reveal their darkest selves in the face of the insane and inexplicable.
A couple finds themselves trading identities in the form of masks.
A podcaster follows strange clues to a mystery that may spell his end.
A child’s world collapses into chaos as its dreamer awakens.
Supernatural horror
They would have you believe, (the police and mainstream media), that I, Charlie Macall, and my friends, were the deadliest killers since Manson or Bundy. That’s only half true. Yes, we’ve killed, but to put us in the same category as those two I’ve just mentioned, is wrong, a fallacy. For starters, they’d have to be human for us to be considered murderers, right?
What I’m about to tell you is nothing but the truth, the whole truth, as unbelievable as it may seem. Let it stand as testimony to the brave deeds of the people who have fallen in our task. The people who have died trying to free you all from a prison of no walls.
You’ll have to bear with me on this journey, for if you are to believe me, it’s going to take time, time to unravel the illusion of what you believe to be your normal, everyday lives.
Hell, I didn’t even believe it at first and why should I have? This shit is crazy…
Published: 21 Jun 2025
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