slasher
Don't open that door! Psycho made slasher films a hallmark of the horror genre; explore iconic hackers, slashers, and chainsaw-wielding psychopaths, from the safety of your living room.
"An ambitious journalist investigates a small town's mysterious disappearances, but soon realizes that the town's dark secrets may consume her as well."
The forestland were thick and eerily quiet as five musketeers hiked through them on their periodic camping trip. They had been coming to this spot for times, and it had always been a peaceful and comforting retreat from the stresses of everyday life. But commodity felt different this time. The air was heavy with a foreboding sense of apprehension, and the murk sounded to dance and shift in an unsettling way.
By AshDream_Story3 years ago in Horror
"An old diary found in an abandoned house reveals the dark secrets of a family's past, leading to a haunting discovery in the present."
As soon as Sarah and Tom walked through the doors of their new home, they knew they had set up their dream house. It was a beautiful old puritanical with high ceilings and intricate moldings. They had spent months searching for the perfect home and were overjoyed to have eventually set up it. Little did they know that their dream house would soon come a agony.
By AshDream_Story3 years ago in Horror
A vengeful ghost seeking revenge on those who wronged them in life.
It was a dark and stormy night, the kind that makes you want to coil up under a mask and noway leave the safety of your home. But for the group of musketeers driving down the vacated country road, there was no turning back. They had all heard the rumors about the old abandoned manse on the outskirts of city, and they were determined to explore it.
By AshDream_Story3 years ago in Horror
The Whispering Woman
Once upon a time, there was a young woman named Eliza who lived in a small village nestled in the heart of a dense forest. She had always been fascinated by the forest, despite the many warnings from the villagers to stay away from its dark and foreboding depths.
By Edward C. Addams3 years ago in Horror
The Cursed Village: Unraveling the Mysteries of the Witch's Curse
In the heart of the dense forest, there stood an old, abandoned village. The villagers had left the place several years ago, and since then, it had become a ghost town. The villagers had left behind everything they had, including their homes, belongings, and even their memories. The village was surrounded by thick trees, and no one dared to enter it, except for the brave-hearted who wanted to unravel the mysteries surrounding it.
By The Truth Speaks3 years ago in Horror
Female Horror Icons in Malaysian Cinema: From Mystical Ghosts to Slashers
Malaysia has a rich tradition of horror cinema, with many iconic female characters that have become synonymous with the genre. From mystical ghosts to slashers, these female horror icons have left an indelible mark on Malaysian cinema and culture.
By Feriyan bayu renaldi3 years ago in Horror
Top 10 Vintage Horror Movies to Give You Chills
The horror genre has been a popular choice for moviegoers since the early days of cinema. Many classic horror films have stood the test of time and are still just as thrilling and terrifying today as they were decades ago. Here are the top 10 vintage horror movies that are must-watch for any horror fan.
By Salim A. Hashimi3 years ago in Horror
The Peeping Man
It was November 1st, 2012 on a gloomy, dark, cold, and shadowy autumn evening. The sound of leaves falling, and winds gusting against the tree branches filled the air. It was about 6:30 P.M, and I had just received an invite from one of my friends, informing me that he was hosting a sleepover at his home tonight. I swiftly gathered all my things and dashed my way to his house. About 10 minutes later, on my way there, the winds kept on howling louder and almost sounded like high pitched screeching. I was eager to get there, and couldn’t handle the severe winds blowing against my body. In vexation, I decided to take a short cut through the graveyard , despite all the folklore and stories surrounding it’s history. As I was walking through the graveyard, I felt chills running down my spine. I didn’t think anything of it and continued along the path. Suddenly, a couple of minutes later, for a split second, I saw the outline of a figure from the corner of my eye. I briskly turned around and saw a man sitting down on the front steps of the church. He had torn black denim pants, no shirt, and a leather hat covering the front of his face. I found it peculiar that he was shirtless in the middle of a cold autumn evening. However, I didn’t bother approaching him because he did not look well, and might possibly be a runaway from the asylum next door, which was common. As I was ready to turn back around, I heard a low-pitched, and raspy voice yell out to me, “Come here boy”. It was the man. He started approaching me. I began to panic. As he got closer, I tried my best to remain calm, but I couldn’t help but feel alarmed. Shortly after, he stopped about 6 feet away from where I was standing. As he came to a stop, I instantaneously got goosebumps on every square inch of my body. I was horrified with what I saw. I was incapable of moving my body. The man had shriveled, decaying, and rotting skin. Furthermore, there was this unpleasant stench that was coming from him like when you leave out meat for too long. I still couldn’t see his face. There was a brief moment of silence, but I didn’t think to run away because I was frozen in fear. All of sudden, he started to walk towards me again, my heart started pounding, and it felt like I was going to faint because of the absolute terror that I was experiencing. A couple of moments later, we came face to face but I still couldn’t see his visage that was being covered by his leather hat. He then slowly starts to look up at me. The second I caught a glimpse of him, I couldn’t believe that what I was witnessing was actually genuine and real. The only word to describe what I was looking at is inhumane. He had no eye sockets, his skin looked pale and like it was slowly melting off, he had two mouths located on each cheek, and had finger sized holes on the side of his head instead of ears. He then said,, in a slow, vibrating, and deep tone, “You have done this”. Abruptly, I close my eyes, and start praying and begging for mercy even though I never go to church or am even religious. Finally, I fall back and when I open my eyes, I was laying down shirtless with a leather hat, on the front steps of the church with nobody to be found.
By Stamo Strongylos3 years ago in Horror
