Spring Gothic Horror Short Stories - Page 3

Yuri stares at a screen until his eyes bleed. Outside, the spring mud holds a secret that moves.

A Saturday morning at the flea market turns into a survival sprint when the crowd begins tearing itself apart.

Randy hears the house eating his memories until Ida forces him to confront the muskeg and the tea.

A disgraced nurse prints sentient organs in a Winnipeg basement while a desperate bureaucrat begs for a second chance.

Hassan discovers his basement suite is a literal grave, but at least the internet connection is actually decent.

High in the mountains, a glass box holds a miracle that turns into a very scary, boring man.

The street was entirely empty. No cars drove by. No dogs barked. The silence felt heavy and completely wrong.

I could hear the hammers hitting the stone downstairs, rhythmic and mean, like they were trying to kill time.