Thomas had always been a creature of habit, a man whose life was built on the bedrock of routine. The steady rhythm of his days provided him with a sense of security and stability. But after the accident that tore his world apart, Thomas found himself adrift in an ocean of sorrow and despair. It had been a month since he lost his family – his wife, Emma, and their two children, Lily and Jack. The details of that fateful Monday morning were forever etched into his memory: the hurried rush to get the kids ready for school, Emma’s frantic shouts as she urged them to grab their bags and buckle up, and the terrible phone call he received at…

The night was dark and stormy, rain pelting against the pavement like angry fingers tapping incessantly. Thunder roared in the distance as lightning cracked the sky, illuminating the empty street for just a brief moment. In the dim light, I lay on the cold, wet asphalt, my clothes soaked in a mixture of rainwater and my own blood. I felt weak and I struggled to open my eyes. My breath was shallow and laboured, as if every inhale and exhale was a fight for survival. The torrential downpour had done nothing to wash away the pain that enveloped my entire being. The stab wound in my abdomen still burned, blood still gushing out of the wound, soaking my clothes and…

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is a collection of “Horror Haiku” short poetry about Greek Mythology Monsters & Creatures. There are 5 poems about each creature. The idea behind this is to try guessing the name of each creature before unveiling the final Haiku. Three-headed hound guards, Entrance to the underworld, Terror from within.   Beneath the moon’s light, Fiery eyes, sharp teeth, red tongues, Hound of Hades’ realm.   Guarding the abyss, Three jaws, fangs dripping venom, Preys on the lost souls.   Three throats bellowing, Crimson eyes, teeth sharp as knives, Guarding gates of death.   Hear the beast’s loud howls, Snarls of teeth, and growls of rage, CERBERUS awaits.   ***   Fiend of the forest Gallop through the thicket…

The air was thick and heavy, permeated with the scent of burning flesh. I was trapped in my own body, or what was left of it, swallowed by an overwhelming sense of despair. My skin, once fair and smooth, was now nothing more than ash and char. Yet I was still here, trapped in this surreal existence, a consciousness without a body. Hours had passed since the last embers in the crematorium had cooled. I was no longer physically present, my remains were swept away and deposited in a ceramic urn, to be taken by a grieving family member. They believed I was gone, but my consciousness persisted in this ethereal plane, suspended in a state of eternal torment. Each…

Chapter 1: Lost in the Storm The night was cold, and the rain fell relentlessly, pelting the cobblestone streets of the small town. Shadows played in the corners of the empty alleys, dancing to the symphony of the storm. As the clock struck midnight, a sense of unease enveloped the town, amplified by the thick fog that crept through the narrow passages. John stumbled through the dark, drenched streets. The rain obscured his vision, and the cold wind seeped into his bones. He couldn’t remember how he got there, and a growing sense of dread gnawed at him. The town seemed foreign, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was watching him from the shadows. As the thunder roared…

As a child, Jennifer had always been afraid of the dark, but as she grew up, she learned to conquer her fear. But there was something else that she had always found unsettling: her reflection in the mirror. She used to think that monsters were lurking behind the glass, waiting to drag her into another world. But as she grew older, she learned to ignore those childish fears and accept that her reflection was just a reflection. However, unlike her fear of the dark, this irrational fear of mirrors did not completely go away, no matter how hard she tried to ignore it. Every time Jennifer looked at herself in the mirror, she felt a strange sense of unease. There…

Chapter 1: Lost and Found In the murky confines of the Slums, a stray cat and its drone companion, B-12, scuttled along the endless expanse of labyrinthine alleys, the drone’s light casting an eerie glow on the moss-ridden walls and dilapidated machinery. The cat, a feline anomaly in this mechanical world, surveyed their surroundings with gleaming eyes, ears perked to the distant hum of rusted gears and sputtering engines. B-12, his thrusters operating on silent, ensured they remained undetected by the wandering robotic populace. Chapter 1: Lost and Found Their explorations led them to a pitiful sight. Half-buried under rubble, a Companion Robot, Vexa, lay immobilized, her metallic legs crushed under the weight of fallen debris. She pleaded for aid,…

My dog has always been kind of overexcited, running up and down the corridor, jumping all over our guests, relentlessly barking, and so on. I’m aware it’s probably my fault for not being strict enough and encouraging this type of behaviour when he was a puppy. However, over the past few days, he has been very quiet. A bit too quiet. He’s always hiding under the bed or behind the curtains, and sometimes, he even tries to hide under our linens, which is unusual since he’s never been allowed on the bed. Up until today, I just shrugged it off. It was peaceful not having him running about all the time, but right now, he won’t come out from under a few…

For as long as I could remember, I had possessed the gift of sight. I could see things that others couldn’t – glimpses of the future, hints of what was to come. And so, I had become a fortune teller, using my gift to help others find their way in life. But one day, something changed. It started out innocuously enough – a few customers here and there, all with the same vision for their future. Fire and smoke, destruction and chaos. It was a strange and unsettling pattern, but I tried not to think too much of it. As the days passed, however, the pattern grew more and more pronounced. Every customer who came to me had the same…

The walk-in closet was supposed to be her sanctuary, but now it felt like a prison. She’d gone in to grab a sweater, but as she reached for the door, it wouldn’t budge. The handle refused to turn, as if someone had locked it from the other side. She panicked, rattling the door with all her might, but it wouldn’t open. Her phone was in the living room, and she couldn’t hear if anyone was calling her. She was trapped, alone in the dark. Hours passed. Her throat was raw from screaming and she was cold, trembling from fear and the chill of the closet. She tried to take deep breaths, and tried to calm herself, but nothing worked. Her…

There is a video on YouTube named Mereana Mordegard Glesgorv. If you search this, you will find nothing. The few times you find something, all you will see is a 20 second video of a man staring intently at you, expressionless, then grinning for the last 2 seconds. The background is undefined. This is only part of the actual video. The full video lasts 2 minutes, and was removed by YouTube after 153 people who viewed the video gouged out their eyes and mailed them to YouTube’s main office in San Bruno. Said people had also committed suicide in various ways. It is not yet known how they managed to mail their eyes after gouging them out. The cryptic inscription…

It started with my friend in Japan. He was a hacker and pirate and always left his computer on, along with AIM and MSN. When he logged out on both, I assumed his computer finally died from overload. It was then I noticed all his posts on our favorite sites were gone. All his accounts, all his videos, all his comments. Sorry, I’m getting ahead of myself. My name is Nathan and I’m a shut-in. Agoraphobia. I live in North Carolina and I program for a living. My sister does the shopping for me and I live in a basement. No windows. That might very well be the only thing that’s keeping me safe. I woke up a month ago,…

A beautiful young girl is left home alone with only her dog to protect her. On the news that night, they announced there is a serial killer on the loose in the area. Before she goes to bed, she locks all the doors and tries to lock all the windows, but the one in the basement won’t lock. She decides to leave it unlocked, but locks the basement door and goes to bed. Her dog takes its customary place under her bed. In the deep of night she awakens to a dripping sound coming from her bathroom. Half-awake, the girl feels the comforting lick from her dog and falls back to sleep. She reawakens to the dripping sound, reaches her…

During the summer of 2003, events in the northeastern United States involving a strange, human-like creature sparked brief local media interest before an apparent blackout was enacted. Little or no information was left intact, as most online and written accounts of the creature were mysteriously destroyed. Primarily focused in rural New York state, self proclaimed witnesses told stories of their encounters with a creature of unknown origin. Emotions ranged from extremely traumatic levels of fright and discomfort, to an almost childlike sense of playfulness and curiosity. While their published versions are no longer on record, the memories remained powerful. Several of the involved parties began looking for answers that year. In early 2006, the collaboration had accumulated nearly two dozen…

In 1983, a team of deeply pious scientists conducted a radical experiment in an undisclosed facility. The scientists had theorized that a human without access to any senses or ways to perceive stimuli would be able to perceive the presence of God. They believed that the five senses clouded our awareness of eternity, and without them, a human could actually establish contact with God by thought. An elderly man who claimed to have “nothing left to live for” was the only test subject to volunteer. To purge him of all his senses, the scientists performed a complex operation in which every sensory nerve connection to the brain was surgically severed. Although the test subject retained full muscular function, he could…

I first met in person with Mary E. in the summer of 2007. I had arranged with her husband of fifteen years, Terence, to see her for an interview. Mary had initially agreed, since I was not a newsman but rather an amateur writer gathering information for a few early college assignments and, if all went according to plan, some pieces of fiction. We scheduled the interview for a particular weekend when I was in Chicago on unrelated business, but at the last moment Mary changed her mind and locked herself in the couple’s bedroom, refusing to meet with me. For half an hour, I sat with Terence as we camped outside the bedroom door, I listening and taking notes…

Russian researchers in the late 1940s kept five people awake for fifteen days using an experimental gas based stimulant. They were kept in a sealed environment to carefully monitor their oxygen intake so the gas didn’t kill them, since it was toxic in high concentrations. This was before closed circuit cameras so they had only microphones and 5 inch thick glass porthole sized windows into the chamber to monitor them. The chamber was stocked with books, cots to sleep on but no bedding, running water and toilet, and enough dried food to last all five for over a month. The test subjects were political prisoners deemed enemies of the state during World War II. Everything was fine for the first…

I’ve been lying down for hours now. It’s 5:35AM and there’s not much I can do. You know what the worst part about my situation is? I’m in the same room with my parents. They keep looking at me, and I can’t help but look back and try not to cry or scream. Their eyes are focused on me and their mouths are wide open. There’s the strong scent of blood and I feel so paralyzed with fear. Here’s the thing. The second I make any hint that I’m not asleep anymore, I’m completely fucked. I will die and there’s nobody around to save me. I’ve been trying to think of a way out but the only idea I have…

There was a hunter in the woods, who, after a long day hunting, was in the middle of an immense forest. It was getting dark, and having lost his bearings, he decided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage. After what seemed like hours, he came across a cabin in a small clearing. Realizing how dark it had grown, he decided to see if he could stay there for the night. He approached, and found the door ajar. Nobody was inside. The hunter flopped down on the single bed, deciding to explain himself to the owner in the morning. As he looked around the inside of the cabin, he was surprised to see…

A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. She explained that it was a storeroom, and that it was out of bounds. She reminded him of this several times before allowing him upstairs. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed. However the insistence of the woman had piqued his curiosity, so the next night he walked down the hall to the door…