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  1. Bear witness. SOMA, available now from online bookstores. #horror #horrorfiction #indiehorror #horrorreaders #bookstodon

    Amazon: tinyurl.com/27jcbqo8

    Barnes & Noble: www.barnesandnoble.com/w/soma-lee-g...

    Books2Read: books2read.com/u/4X7AW5

  2. 404 Scarerror: Classic Horror Tropes and Modern Horror

    Author Tanya Pell breaks down four classic horror tropes and shows how modern horror has twisted, subverted, and played with them.
    The post 404 Scarerror: Classic Horror Tropes and Modern Horror appeared first on Writer's Digest.
    writersdigest.com/404-scarerro

    #Genre #Horror #WriteBetterFiction #horror #HorrorFiction

  3. Spookymonth continues with the Palumbo-Piper gut-punch combo! That’s right, favorite Suzan Palumbo returns, and favorite Hailey Piper makes her Story Hour debut! And seriously, don’t their names together sound like they’re going to knock you out? Join us Wednesday at 7:00 p.m. PDT! storyhour2020.com/ #Bookstodon #StoryHour2020 #ShortStories #ShortFiction #AuthorReading #Horror #HorrorFiction #SuzanPalumbo #HaileyPiper @suzanpalumbo @HaileyPiperFights

  4. Anyone for Pizza?

    (1200 words)

    I parked my moped by the huge black gates and looked down the moonlit drive at the enormous edifice of Humber House. I checked my phone. Yes, it was definitely the correct address. There was no bell push visible, so I tried the gates. Then I noticed a huge rusty padlock and chain holding them shut.

    Dave at The Pizza Place had laughed. Oh, Maggie, Humber House, yes, it’s a bit scary, but they’re OK. A bit odd but friendly enough. Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.”

    Now, I began to wonder if Dave had ever actually been here as I unpacked my pizza bag. To the right of the gates there was a narrow door in a high wire fence that ran around the estate. I turned the handle, and to my surprise, it opened.

    As I walked down the drive, the moon was a bright silver disc hanging in the sky, casting an eerie light on the potholes and long grass at the edges of the old Edwardian asphalt. It was a long way to the house, perhaps a hundred metres. On either side of the drive, extensive lawns with sporadic trees, black silhouettes in the moonlight.

    As I walked along the cracked and decaying driveway, clouds crossed the moon, turning a dark amber, making it hard to see where I was going. Thankfully, I could see a glimmer of light from a first-floor window. The inhabitants hadn’t left a phone number, so I was unable to alert them, but the delivery was on time. They ought to be expecting me. Suddenly, as the moon came out once more, bathing the silent lawns with its sinister silver light, I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. 

    Perhaps fifty metres away, a man, or something like a man, was running across the lawn, very fast and with no sound at all. The figure was completely black. I could see only the shape, like a dense shadow, even though now in full moonlight. I watched the figure run to one side of the house and disappear.

    I admit I felt spooked by that as I reached the huge front door. To my surprise, it was ajar, so I plucked up my courage and went into the house. Inside it was cold and damp, and there was an aura of unlived-in-ness. “Hello, pizza delivery,” I called. “Hello, hello,” my voice reverberated in the long dark hallway. Ahead of me I saw a crack of light at a doorway. “Hello, pizza, hello!”

    I entered a room with high bookcases against the walls, full of dusty volumes. Light came from a candelabra high above, where only about half of the bulbs were lit. I pulled a book out at random. Sparkling Cyanide by Agatha Christie, complete with the dust jacket showing a wide, flat-bottomed glass containing yellow liquid, presumably sparkling wine or champagne. Behind it, on a black background, was a large green skull. And it still had the price in the corner – 4/6d. I checked the publishing information. ‘The Crime Club. 1945.’ Hmm, a first edition. From my days at Horton’s Antiquarian Books, I recognised it would be a valuable book, save for its mouldy condition. True, I was more of a dogsbody there, making tea and typing invoices, but I’d squirrelled away bits of information. 

    “Hello, is anybody here?” I called once more. Just then, I was startled by an enormous crash, like a pile of plates being dropped onto a stone floor from several feet. My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt clammy with a cold sweat. I put the pizza bag down and walked through a doorway and into a corridor in the direction of the crash. At the end was another door, slightly open, with light showing through it. “Hello, pizza delivery from The Pizza Place, hello!” I called, trying to steady my nerves. After all, they had ordered pizza. I had every right to be there. Unless I’d made a terrible mistake, of course, and this wasn’t the right house. I felt breathless at the thought. Maybe I should just go?

    In the grand kitchen, bare surfaces, a few pots and pans on a stand. I opened a cupboard. Inside, a small pile of ancient dinner plates with cracked glaze and an intricate floral pattern. But no sign of what could have made the enormous crashing sound I’d heard. That was enough. I was off! I found my pizza bag and ran down the drive, praying that the little door in the fence would still be open. If not? Don’t think about it! Thankfully, it was, and my moped was still there, a dear old friend in the moonlight. I put the pizza bag in the tail box and put my helmet on, then I noticed something dark by the rear wheel. Like a small pool of something. I hoped to God it wasn’t a fuel leak. I bent down and touched a fingertip to it. By the light of my phone, it was something red and sticky. Yuk. At least it wasn’t petrol or oil, though. I wiped my fingers, started the moped up, and felt great relief as the machine roared off and carried me away from that horrible place.

    There were no more deliveries, so I decided to have the pizza for tea. I’d be home in fifteen minutes, and it’d still be hot. If not, I’d pop it in the oven for a few minutes.

    .

    Back home, I put the oven on, having decided a quick reheat would do no harm. I headed to the fridge for some salad ingredients. I felt calmer. I didn’t know what it had been about. Perhaps I’d overreacted? Maybe they’d been called out at short notice. Thinking about it, I should have left the pizza on the kitchen table. Now, perhaps I’d get into trouble? I could imagine Dave and Trish at work: “They’d just popped out to buy some wine. They thought you’d leave it in the kitchen. Scaredy cat, scaredy cat!” 

    I tried not to think about it as I took a lemon and began to rub it on the grater. The tang of the citrus fruit stimulated my senses, reminding me of a wonderful holiday on the Italian island of Procida with Lawrence, a guy I was engaged to at the time. I remembered their limone pane – lemon bread – where the thick, sweet white pith is sliced right into fresh summer salads with red onion, chilli, mint, and, of course, abundant olio nuovo.

    In an attempt to replicate that memory, I made a dressing with olive oil and the fresh lemon juice, together with some wine vinegar, and stirred them up in a small blue China jug with a little silver spoon before pouring it over an improvised salad: a mix of Romaine lettuce, watercress, sliced tomato, some grated red pepper, and olives from a jar at the back of a cupboard. Then I put on Steely Dan’s Aja, poured myself a large glass of nicely chilled Pinot Grigio, and went to the pizza box. 

    Inside was something I couldn’t quite comprehend at first. Then I began to scream, not so much at the severed hand but at the bloody, twitching fingers.

    #AnyoneForPizza #FediverseWriters #flashfiction #Gore #horror #HorrorFiction #shortstory #spooky #UrbanLegend #WritersOfMastodon
  5. Terrified, I scrolled through the last five images on my phone—each 15 mins apart—of me sleeping. The final photo wasn't empty.
    A short story tracking an ancient Egyptian curse backward through a camera roll. 🪲📱
    medium.com/first-line-fiction/
    #HorrorFiction #FlashFiction #ShortStory

  6. ARRIVES IN 2 WEEKS! Enter the woods. Follow the laughter. Whatever you do, don’t trust the cottage at the end of the road.

    zurl.co/nDARV

    #Horror #HorrorFiction #ShortStories #SupernaturalHorror

  7. This Story Hour, Nicole Givens Kurtz and Grace Daly started Spookymonth off in style! Along with the monsters, their stories addressed such horrors as grief, revenge, and the beauty industry. You can still watch! #Bookstodon #StoryHour2020 #ShortStories #ShortFiction #AuthorReading #Horror #HorrorFiction #GraceDaly #NicoleGivensKurtz @nicolegkurtz youtu.be/2gd94GjuSGs

  8. “Those windows will be the death of us when the zombies rise up,” Cal had warned.
    Aaron replied, “I’m pretty sure when the zombies rise up, I’ll be ready to check out anyway.”
    “I don’t necessarily want to join the world after a zombie apocalypse, but I don’t want to join the zombies either. I figure we could store enough food in here to keep us eating for a year. And then we could find a way to off ourselves.”
    medium.com/prismnpen/a-gay-cou

    #LGBTQ #Fiction #QueerFiction #Zombies #HorrorFiction

  9. It’s the most wonderful time of the year: Spookymonth! We House-of-Usher* the month in with the Story Hour debuts of Grace Daly and Nicole Givens Kurtz! Join us Wednesday at 7:00 p.m. PDT!
    *Not a content hint; just a Poe sense of humor.
    #Horror #HorrorFiction #GraceDaly #NicoleGivensKurtz #Bookstodon #StoryHour2020 #ShortStories #ShortFiction #AuthorReading storyhour2020.com/

  10. Hope everyone's enjoying spooky season so far!

    I've got a new short story up on Ferenbrooke, an epistolary corporate horror tale. I'll aim to get something more traditionally halloween-y up there later in the month.

    #smallweb: ferenbrooke.com/short-stories/

    #geminiprotocol: gemini://ferenbrooke.com/short

    #horror #HorrorFiction #weirdfiction #indiehorror #bookstodon

  11. The resort was no longer a place. It was a silhouette being erased.

    Trees lost their shape, flowers vanished into smears of gray, even the sky itself dimmed as if painted over by invisible hands.

    SOL DYSIS
    20 October 2026

    #horror #horrorrcommunity #books #darkfiction #release #fiction #readers #horrorfiction #news

  12. His shadow no longer lined up with his body.

    “Loser.” A murmur, close to his ear.

    Simon stopped short. “What did you just say?”

    The man turned, puzzled. “I said nothing, sir.”

    SOL DYSIS
    20 October 2026

    #Horror #HorrorFiction #DarkFiction #horrorcommunity #story #books #readers #creepy #dark #folk #news

  13. Amanda.

    Amanda.

    Amanda.

    The sound was not loud, but it was inside her, a murmur that pulled at her chest.

    SOL DYSIS
    20 October 2026

    #Horror #HorrorFiction #DarkFiction #horrorcommunity #books #news

  14. 🖤 Dark Descent is a monthly magazine for people who genuinely enjoy spending their free time on horror.
    There's short fiction, true crime, folklore, poetry, creepy facts, writing prompts and more in the mix.
    Read digitally or have the print edition delivered to your door every month.

    📖 darkholmepublishing.uk/darkdes
    🖤 darkholmepublishing.uk/categor

    #HorrorReaders #HorrorFiction #DarkFiction

  15. Seth Augenstein and Kaaron Warren read us four stories between them, and oh, the places those stories lead! Crisp, gorgeous writing that bends the mind and breaks the heart. Highly recommended! #Bookstodon #StoryHour2020 #ShortStories #ShortFiction #AuthorReading #Horror #HorrorFiction #SethAugenstein #KaaronWarren youtu.be/R62spnM8o7Y

  16. Four friends book a weekend at a secluded wellness resort.

    Private cottages. Treatments. Volcanic mud baths. No phones.

    Then they’re told not to leave their cottages after dark.

    SOL DYSIS
    A new horror story by O.D. Hawrose.

    Welcome to Havenwood.

    #Horror #HorrorBooks #HorrorFiction #darkfiction #news #bookstodon #books

  17. The nights are getting longer, and Story Hour is getting spookier! This week marks the Story Hour debuts of Seth Augenstein and Kaaron Warren. Join us Wednesday at 7:00 p.m. PDT! #Bookstodon #StoryHour2020 #ShortStories #ShortFiction #AuthorReading #Horror #HorrorFiction #SethAugenstein #KaaronWarren storyhour2020.com/

  18. The Nightmare Trilogy is my actual nightmares, written at 3am as close to exactly how they felt as I could get them onto a page. Three interconnected tales about human psychology and the choices people make when nobody's watching.

    I didn't invent the fear in these. I just didn't let myself soften it on the way to the page, which is a different kind of writing than anything else I've published.

    chadtdyar.com/books/the-nightmare-trilogy

    #HorrorFiction #IndieHorror #BookTwt

  19. 🕯️ Every Picture Prompt story begins with the same image. Where each writer takes it from there is entirely their own.

    The entries are open for reading, and readers decide the outcome. The three stories receiving the most votes are published in Dark Descent.

    🗳️ Read & vote:
    darkholmepublishing.uk/dark-de

    #HorrorFiction #Microfiction #HorrorReaders #ReadingCommunity

  20. LAST CHANCE TO PRE-ORDER!
    Cosmic horror, cursed places, impossible monsters, and narrators who should have run sooner. Lock in your copy for $2.99 before release day.

    zurl.co/vXLhn

    #Horror #HorrorFiction #CosmicHorror

  21. There’s no space for a long introduction or a slow build here. Just two sentences to set the scene, turn it on its head and hopefully leave you feeling a little uneasy. 💀

    Which of these worked best for you? 👀
    #TwoSentenceHorror #ShortHorror #HorrorCommunity #HorrorFiction #ReadingCommunity #Bookstodon

  22. October can't come soon enough! Pamela M. Durgin and Karlo Yeager Rodríguez opened the door to autumn (among other times and places) with these spooky tales. You can still watch! #Bookstodon #StoryHour2020 #ShortStories #ShortFiction #AuthorReading #Horror #HorrorFiction #PamelaMDurgin #KarloYeagerRodriguez #KarloYeagerRodríguez @kjy1066 youtu.be/dxJhsTbzsLA

  23. This week, Story Hour gets spooky! Longtime Favorite Karlo Yeager Rodríguez returns, and Pamela M. Durgin makes her Story Hour debut just ahead of her novel’s debut. Join us Wednesday at 7:00 p.m. PDT! #Bookstodon #StoryHour2020 #ShortStories #ShortFiction #AuthorReading #Horror #HorrorFiction #PamelaMDurgin #KarloYeagerRodriguez #KarloYeagerRodríguez @kjy1066 storyhour2020.com/

  24. The Censor Keeps a Copy

    Twenty years ago, give or take, a friend told me a story he expected me to admire. He was a Latter-day Saint who worked in technology, and he was, as I understood it then, the bishop of his ward, an unpaid office the church gives to laymen who keep their day jobs, so he kept a company's hours all week and presided over a congregation on Sundays. There was a Mormon bookstore he went into often, and one day he walked in and found a new display for Goosebumps, the paperbacks with the dripping green logo about haunted masks, a ventriloquist's dummy with a mind of its own, and a werewolf in a Florida swamp. He spoke to the owner. The owner told him the books were selling well and that those sales were keeping the store alive. My friend pressed him on content, judged the whole series blasphemous, an invitation to the occult at a child's price, and let it be understood that if the titles stayed on the shelf a report would go to the stake president. A week later he came back. The books were gone, the owner was distant and cold, and my friend bought a couple of books, in his own phrase, to make up the difference. He told me this the way another man might tell you he had coached his kid's team to a championship. He was proud. The word I have settled on, twenty years later, is forensic: he had investigated, prosecuted, and won, and he walked out of that store on the high of it. […]

    bolesblogs.com/2026/09/05/the-

  25. 🚪🛗 THE 13TH FLOOR IS OPEN. 🖤
    Launch day has arrived! 📖🌑

    The 13th Floor is officially out today from Dark Holme Publishing.
    Three horror stories. One unsettling floor. And somewhere you probably shouldn't go after dark... 👁️

    📖 OUT NOW.

    🔗 Amazon:
    amazon.co.uk/dp/B0GP9X48XQ
    🌐 Dark Holme Publishing:
    darkholmepublishing.uk/categor

    #Bookstodon #HorrorBooks #HorrorFiction #HorrorCommunity

  26. For no reason whatsoever... hey, horror crew: join the BFS!

    ____

    A little public service announcement for the horror community: You are always welcome in the British Fantasy Society. We exist to celebrate and support ALL of speculative fiction - including horror, dark fantasy, paranormal and supernatural, and crime stories - across the spectrum.

    🧵⬇️

    #horror #horrorcommunity #hwa #horrorwritersassociation #horrorFam #horrorbooks #horrorfilms #horrorfiction

  27. This week, Mackenzie Hurlbert makes her Scary Hour—er, STORY Hour debut! And she’s not alone. None other than Errick Nunnally returns! Join us Wednesday at 7:00 p.m. PDT! #Bookstodon #StoryHour2020 #ShortStories #ShortFiction #AuthorReading #Horror #HorrorFiction #MackenzieHurlbert #ErrickNunnally storyhour2020.com/

  28. This Story Hour, Jo Kaplan and Angela (A.G.) Slatter walked us through some very dark forests. Both stories had color in their titles; both had a strong oral-tradition feel; both were exquisite and devastating. You can still watch! #Bookstodon #StoryHour2020 #ShortStories #ShortFiction #AuthorReading #Horror #HorrorFiction #JoKaplan #AngelaSlatter youtu.be/30OrCau9kBo

  29. This week, two well-known authors make their Story Hour debuts! Jo Kaplan and Angela Slatter read us their own horror tales. Join us Wednesday at 7:00 p.m. PDT! #Bookstodon #StoryHour2020 #ShortStories #ShortFiction #AuthorReading #Horror #HorrorFiction #JoKaplan #AngelaSlatter storyhour2020.com/

  30. A few thoughts on Sarah Hinkley's Gothic vampire novel of 19th century Paris, The Red Sacrament, published by Titan Books, from my review sent off to the Shoreline of Infinity journal

    woolamaloo.org.uk/reviews-the-

    .

    #books #livres #horror #horreur #SarahHinkley #TheRedSacrament #vampire #HorrorFiction #VampireFiction #bookstodon

  31. This week on Story Hour, Charlotte Tierney and Jeffrey Ford read weird horror tales! These stories address relationships, self-respect, and flying heads. Heavy subjects brightened with flecks of the comic. You can still watch! #Bookstodon #StoryHour2020 #ShortStories #ShortFiction #AuthorReading #Horror #HorrorFiction #JeffreyFord #CharlotteTierney youtu.be/Ru2fJAI88fI

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