Category Dark Fantasy

supernatural fantasy with macabre or horrific elements

The Last One in the Office

I’d always been a skeptic when it came to the supernatural… I guess that would translate to: I tended to be an asshole. Growing up, I’d scoff at ghost stories and dismiss them as flights of fancy, indigestion, hallucinations, pretty…

The Abyss is Staring Back

I never imagined my mundane job at Barrows-Carter would take the sinister turn it did that night. Don’t worry… I don’t exactly have to worry about job security or backlash from discussing this… I wish I did. For the longest…

Green-Eyed Monster

1 She sat at the screen and prepared for work as the computer came to life. The steady noise softened as the monitor flickered and images popped up. The system moved drowsily and every program loaded slowly. She needed to…

He Sees You

I’m not a big believer in the unusual . . . or paranormal . . . whatever you want to call it. But something happened to me several years ago. I recently noticed a number of disappearances . . .…

Never Drive at Night

I’d always heard that driving at night could be an eerie experience, but never truly understood it until that fateful evening. It was a typical dark and moonless night when I found myself on a long, winding road that stretched…

Zimbiki

Day One I took the advice of my co-worker and embarked on the vacation of my dreams. My doctor said my blood pressure was rapidly becoming a serious problem and I had to lower my stress level. What better way…

The Jungle

“I don’t want to go,” Don complained. He didn’t want to go to a strip bar. It wasn’t his thing. He felt awkward, embarrassed. He couldn’t care less what they did; it wasn’t like they did it for anything other…

Remembering My Isaac

1 She felt dazed and unaware of her surroundings. The room was lit by a circle of blue candles on a table opposite her bed. Despite the remarkably bright light, she lay in darkness. The folds of the curtains suspended…

Impasse

“What exactly do you dream?” The psychologist spoke without emotion. That was his manner. He was always calm, always placid. “What do you think?” “I can’t imagine, I’m sure. Let me guess. Wealth? Power? You seem to have a thirst…

Something Answered

My neighbor buried her husband three days after the accident. She didn’t cry at the funeral. That should’ve been the first red flag. At night, I heard her through the walls. Our houses are too close together. At first, it…