The Survivors Confront the Darkest Secrets of Their Past…

The Survivors Confront the Darkest Secrets of Their Past…

Spring Slaughter left our group battered but hopeful for the future, and in a pretty good position—all things considered. So, of course, I had to do something about that.And there was Cadwyn and Basheba, both spouting closets full of skeletons just itching to come out and play. How was I supposed to resist that? It’s impossible. Just like it would go against all logic and reason to have the idea of a H.H. Holmes-style murder house in mind and not take advantage of it.So, come along and watch...

Wait Till the Past Comes Back to Haunt You…

Wait Till the Past Comes Back to Haunt You…

No one ever really outlives their mistakes. I will admit that my Short Horror Story letters tend to follow a formula. I like to start with a personal anecdote that, in some way, tethers to the collection. But this volume centers around youthful indiscretions coming back with a vengeance, and I’ve decided not to tempt fate. I’ll keep my college mistakes to myself, but I’m sure you won't miss them. Not with what David and Taylor have in store for you. In End Game, David Longhorn weaves a tale of...

A Collection to Send Shivers Down Your Spine…

A Collection to Send Shivers Down Your Spine…

There’s a fine line between collection and obsession. Everyone has that one thing that they just can’t resist. Sometimes, we yearn for our collection-drug of choice to the point that common sense has to take a backseat. Looking back as a reasonable adult, I realize that it would have been embarrassingly easy to kidnap child-me. Even today, there’s a risk that I'll still bite for that particular lure. And I'm not the only one who gets blinded by desire. Ron Ripley brings us two tales of terror...

Fill Your Cup With a Triple Shot of Terror…

Fill Your Cup With a Triple Shot of Terror…

Some people say that horror is about the unknown. There’s a certain kind of comfort that comes with believing the things we need to fear are far away from us. It lets us think that they’re not real. Don’t want demons? Don’t read from old tomes. Stay ghost-free by avoiding Ouija boards. Keep out of the woods, and you won’t see a monster. But what do you do when the source of terror comes from the mundane? In Coffee Love, Ron Ripley shows how good intentions can strip a once comfortable place of...

Welcome to a Forest of Fear…

Welcome to a Forest of Fear…

I suppose many of you find trees to be beautiful, stunning, and a plethora of other adjectives that are all appropriate in their time and place. Usually.Yes, trees are beautiful. They are majestic.They are also hideously sinister.In the cemetery across from the house I grew up in, the trees were tall and strong. Elms and oaks, maples and firs. They had been planted a hundred years before when the cemetery was first created, and for a century, the trees had feasted upon the dead.Imagine...

Welcome to the Town of Anger, New Hampshire

Welcome to the Town of Anger, New Hampshire

What is it about New England towns that bring horror to mind? Is it the fact so many of them are isolated? Is it because they never seem to change? I think it’s a combination of different ingredients. Yes, we have the isolation. And, yes, New England towns certainly seem resistant to change. More than either of those two, though, is the sense of magic in the towns. Not the hocus pocus that a stage magician brings—no, this is the dark stuff. The stuff of the Salem Witch Trials and the howlings...

Do You Dare Venture Into a Graveyard at Night?

Do You Dare Venture Into a Graveyard at Night?

I grew up across the street from a decent-sized cemetery, a cemetery that terrified me every night. Being the incorrigible youth that I was, I would creep down the stairs until I could just see out the window of the front door and stare out at the headstones. Invariably, I would see ghosts and goblins, and I knew they were coming after me. That was the beginning of my fascination with cemeteries, graveyards, and burial grounds. I’ve wandered through all types, and there is something thrilling...

Dan Tate Thought His Nightmares Were Over…

Dan Tate Thought His Nightmares Were Over…

I hope you’re warm and safe wherever you are while you read this. We have hit the hard frost, the kind that causes the ground to buckle and twist the roads. And that same cold has fed into this portion of Dan Tate’s story. Recently, I had the opportunity to visit an exceptionally old graveyard. It was created in 1754, and there were a great many dead within its stone boundaries. I sat on the wall and peered out over the grave markers, enjoying those curious designs and motifs for which the...

Every Family Has a Few Skeletons in Their Closet…

Every Family Has a Few Skeletons in Their Closet…

A teenaged boy stood by his grandfather’s deathbed, watching him struggle to breathe, nervously eyeing the bulging envelope clutched tightly in his withered hands. Everyone gathered feared receiving that particular inheritance. In his youth, his grandfather had hunted a serial killer. He had never come close to catching the sadist and, in desperation, had accepted the killer’s deal; the deaths would stop in exchange for an annual supply of brutal crime scene photos. He had retired after that,...

You Never Know What Darkness Lies Behind Good Fortune

You Never Know What Darkness Lies Behind Good Fortune

Back in my teen years, when I was first delving into true crime, I read about a woman who had a pretty bad day. Work was horrible, she missed her train, and had to wait in bad weather for a bus. Finally, she came home hours later than normal to find her place had been broken into. She found a note left by a notorious serial killer detailing how inconsiderate she had been to make him wait. He had left to find someone more reliable. The characters of Volume 11 are also at the mercy of luck’s...