Eerie River presents the short story Come Ye Now to Worship By Ethan J Pollard

People had always thought white represented purity and positive energy. Such was not the case with the woman self-proclaimed as Nephiti.

The Ghouls of Holy Hill Chris Lilienthal St. Charles Church, up on Holy Hill, loomed over the town like God’s own fortress. The church...

Dae After Death By Sam Fletcher My sneakers inched off the roof of my apartment building as the color orange flickered on the horizon....

SURVIVOR(S) Michael Mulcahy After the wagon broke down we were only able to afford a few miles of travel in the cold Colorado weather...

The Hunter, Hunted by Holley Cornetto Leaves crunched beneath me as I rolled onto my side. I squinted against the sun’s harsh rays. My...

Underlopers Rachael Boucker “It’s not a bush.” The two friends appraised the strange clearing. “Oh, come on, Nat, what else could it be?”...

Rain By Sarah Jane Justice She told me her name was Rain. When she forced her fragile body into my reluctant arms, her eyes held the look...

Code Annie By N.M. Brown “Fucking banana laffy taffy,” I mutter through exhaustion as I shut off the engine. I look at the time, 2:03 AM....

A.I.M-y S.O. Green Erin woke screaming. The ship enacted the Cold Shower protocol, and she came to life wrestling the nozzle hosing her...

Imaginary Annie Catherine Berry It started in the closet. Allison was tightly curled in the dark, hiding from her older brother Devon....

Screeches from the Woods Radar DeBoard Disappearances happen more often than you would think up there in the wooded areas of Quebec, a...

The Only Trick or Treaters Elizabeth Davis This year there is no Trick-Or-Treating; too much of a risk of COVID-19. I know for most...

In the spirit of everything Halloween, we hope you enjoy this free spooky story, brought to you by N.M. Brown. This is my mother’s first...

We are thrilled to present you this dark and disturbing tale featured in "It Calls From the Forest: Volume Two"

Stella walked into the past as she stepped over the threshold of her childhood home. The smell of freshly-bitten green apples, the sound of

The stench of decay was stronger here. As Michael crawled between the silent booths and abandoned carnival games, searching for any supplies

May we present, our third-place winner for April's monthly contest! Want you see the top two, just pop over to our patreon account for...

May we present this wonderfully dark and delicious story by Emma K. Leadley in full for your enjoyment.

Trisha McKee resides in a small town in Pennsylvania where her front door opens to the town cemetery. She adores her patient hubby and hippi