KILLDEERby Ted Ludzik The tires on the rental car crackled over the shoulder’s gravel. Ellen killed the engine. The silence laid as wide as the surrounding Saskatchewan plains. The skyline was a blazing blue, broken by long bone-white clouds. The…
I’M SCARED OF THE HALLWAY by Tamika Thompson My two-year-old runs barefoot through the hall, his soles like thunder as they pound the oak planks. “Mommy, I’m scared of the hallway.” He exits the dim space, closes his eyes and…
by James Newman Berberian Sound Studio isn’t a film that I can recommend to every horror fan. Why? Because it’s not really a horror film at all. But it is about giallo films, those lurid tales of black-gloved killers made by…
INVASIVE SPECIESby Stephen Howard It was the green glow creeping in through the curtains that had Cassie restless. Something the size of a dog scuttled around their pond. Bright green and frog-like, but a giant frog, a frog you could…
COLD INSIDEby D.A. Cairns “They call this reality TV?” said Eddy, as he lifted a can of Victoria Bitter to his mouth. He dipped his head so he could reach. “They wouldn’t know reality if it slapped them in the…
by James Newman Unlike most horror fanatics, I didn’t roll my eyes when I heard Alexandre Aja (Haute Tension, Piranha 3D) was producing a remake of William Lustig’s sleaze-classic Maniac. While I enjoyed the original, I was never a huge fan,…
POPS’ GIRL by Rebecca Rowland Pops sits in his truck in the snow-covered parking lot, waiting for me to emerge each afternoon at 2:45, sharp. There’s a bus that stops in front of our apartment—a yellow school bus, not public transportation—but…
THE SUSURRATION OF LEG AND MANDIBLE by Ben Serna-Grey He was watching, silent observer of the rabbit in the road. Its nose twitched in small waves, each wave sending out a rivulet of dread as the inevitable creeped upon the…
by James Newman John Carpenter was once the undisputed master of horror. Sadly, In the Mouth of Madness was his last great film. This one’s about a horror author whose work drives his fans to commit acts of murder and mayhem…
THE CEMETERY’S REFLECTIONby Rory Say On a wet mid-November morning in his ninth year, an immensely traumatic event occurred in the young life of Aidan Ross. It happened in the cemetery through which he walked each weekday to and from…
TINY DANCERby Suann Amero “What is your one wish?” he asked me. I looked up into the darkest eyes I’d ever seen and I knew that all was lost. “My wish?” I asked, growing shy under his piercing gaze. …
