Horror

CALL HIM MR. H-MAN Hard meat, sexy sinew, gristle and sleek shimmy skin. His hairless head reflects the infrared and U.V., baleful as a bugzapper at midnight. Naked, handsome chest…

You don’t know the world you live in. You think you do, but you have noooo idea. Beyond the depth of your living room and the bright yellows and muted…

“Money in for the very first round of the second year,” called Simon, “come on, hands in pockets. But freshers” — he smiled his famous smile at the girl next…

The groom’s mother fawned over her 25-year-old son. Rita McKay was dressed in a pale pink skirt suit, looking like Jackie Kennedy without the pillbox hat. She set down her…

“This is why,” Cynthia Van Der Well said, pouring her fifth glass of wine for the evening as she stared at the stuffed bears, “we should not have allowed the…

He thinks: if someone could describe this scene, it would be stark and simple. In a house in a very old city, a city layered deep with murders and covered-over…

(Or: Why Love in the Moonlight Is Never a Good Idea) Delicate, exotic flowers are still growing in the gardens at the Duke Estate, although it’s a lot harder to…

You never did like that corner of your room. It was just out of reach from the faint and flickering television—riddled with shadows. I remember your nightly texts, begging me to come over and stay with you until dawn. You said the darkness was too much to bear. That what was waiting within it was watching.

A hue of green like none ever witnessed in nature. Yellow veins on thin skin. I lurch toward the irresistible smell. I salivate in anticipation of the crispness, the shock of flavor. I bare my teeth.

The patient A. was a man in his thirties, unmarried, a minor official in the local government here in Vienna; eminently respectable, enjoying the esteem of his colleagues and the confidence of his superiors.