Horror + Thriller

Toe-curling things happen down at The Lake House. Sex, of course, and howling and injuries and a couple of disappearances, drownings, and once a kid hanged himself from the loft banister and another time a handful of teenagers tore out of there claiming that the walls had started bleeding, and no, they weren’t high, why would you even ask that.

Harrison Burke sat on a park bench at midnight with a sack of six Burgerito’s bacon double cheeseburgers and a giant alligator.  Harrison had not been sleeping well lately.  Or at all, really.

“Don’t leave me home alone today,” she says. “You’re home alone every day. You work at home,” he points out. His name is Johnny or, more informally, Jon. Hers is Katherine, or Katie, or Kat. They sit in the neutrally decorated living room of their colonial-style house. The most striking aspect of the house is […]

Alice had sung that single phrase to Paul one night as they sat on their haunches at the back of the yard, stoned and gazing up at the black shape of the hill in the middle distance. Her voice was flat, and the words didn’t fit the tune, but she repeated it until she got bored with the sound of herself. Alice had started calling the hill The Empress sometime over the summer. No one else Paul knew called it anything but the hill.

The Wraith leans against the cinderblock wall of the Quik-Buy on US Route 29 and scratches off a lotto ticket to determine whether you will live or die. You, of course, do not know this. You pull into one of the self-serve stations and read the sign that says cash only. You un-stick your thighs from the bottom of your Toyota’s seats before gathering your trash, shoving your sunglasses into your sweat-damp hair, and making your way inside. You leave most of your weapons in the car. You don’t think you’ll need them. 

Storm clouds drift over the Sea of Japan as if large pieces of charcoal were dragged across the sky. Ryu, the steersman of the fishing trawler Columbo, checks the weather forecast on his phone, flipping through the interactive display. They’ll be heading toward the confluence of two storm systems if they leave now. He scratches […]

Simmons had already chewed through half a boot tongue before Carver dropped dead. In another life, he might’ve bent low, weeping, to kiss Carver’s cracked lips, unconcerned with how the rest of the Jupiter’s dwindling crew interpreted the gesture (whatever they might have imagined would’ve been correct). In this life, though, the men were ravenous, […]