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.
THE GUIDE TO THE UNDERWORLD. Content Warning.
In a certain city there was a grumpy old man that no one could get close to. He had no one by his side to take care of him, even when the weather was bad or when he was sick. When the neighbors came to help, he angrily cursed and chased them all away, leaving no one behind. Over time, no one cares anymore.
By Ken Daklak2 years ago in Horror
BUS NUMBER 26. Content Warning.
Bus route number 26 is always crowded, no matter what time it is. When An finished school, it was difficult to jostle to get on the bus, but once on the bus, the smell of people, the smell of sweat, the smell of road dust, all mixed with the smell of air conditioning, created a mixed atmosphere that if it weren't for the arrest. Surely no one will want to endure it.
By Ken Daklak2 years ago in Horror
The mystery of bloodthirsty vampires through the ages. Content Warning.
Vampires and the fear of disease In 1892, in a state of fear, a group of villagers in Exeter (Rhode Island, USA) gathered at the town's cemetery, holding shovels to do a job no one wanted. Slowly but decisively, they began digging up the new layer of soil covering the grave of 19-year-old Mercy Brown. Brown had passed away about two months earlier, but something about the girl's death worried the townspeople. They believe she is a vampire, intending to drain the life from her sick brother.
By Ken Daklak2 years ago in Horror
Weird haunted office
When people think of ghosts, they often imagine something terrifying or harmful. However, today I want to share with you a few (or perhaps just one) ghostly activities experienced right in the heart of Kolkata, which are neither frightening nor harmful.
By MD. RAFIQUL ISLAM MURAD 2 years ago in Horror
Joshua. Content Warning.
I stood there, fetchingly draped against the door frame studying every inch of Joshua's anatomy. His dark, raven-colored curls illuminated by the candlelight. He had a dark, well-groomed full beard and mustache that matched his head. I could see the outline of his refined angular jawline and his line; coral pink lips glistened from his repetitive licking. His neck delicate and soft; his shoulders were broad, and his arms strong and shielding. My gaze aimed lower, and I began to explore the lower regions of his being with my eyes. I played the song Training Wheels by Melanie Martinez. Josh sat up on the edge of the bed and watched in bewilderment as I got down on my hands and knees crawled seductively closer to him. I danced on him rolling my hips and twerking my ass on his naked frame. Observing in arousal as his intromittent organ grew firmer by the second.
By Theresa M Hochstine2 years ago in Horror
