The Conservatory
By Jamie F. Bell
Edmond breaks into an abandoned Victorian conservatory during a heavy spring downpour, seeking shelter, only to discover a strange young woman living among the overgrowth.
Gothic Horror Short Stories
5 Stories
The Road's Unveiling Pallor
By Jamie F. Bell
The asphalt ribbon stretched before us, a dark, unwavering line bisecting the verdant, suffocating immensity of the boreal forest. Sunlight, thick and humid, pressed against the windscreen, blurring the horizon into a shimmer of heat haze. The air in the old Honda smelled of stale coffee, cheap petrol, and something else – a faint, metallic tang I couldn’t quite place, clinging to the upholstery like a premonition. Outside, the world was a relentless, repetitive blur of pine and rock, the vast, indifferent landscape of Northwestern Ontario swallowing us whole, kilometre by arduous kilometre.
Ancestral Walls
By Jamie F. Bell
Carson, the last of his family line, is in his decaying study, overwhelmed by the ancient, malevolent magic of his ancestral home. Sarah, a determined scholar, enters and confronts him, unraveling the house's dark secrets through a tense dialogue.
The Wet Hum
By Tony Eetak
A pervasive damp cold seeps through the urban landscape, where the river runs grey and unceasing. Corey, alone on a chipped concrete bench, observes his surroundings, a world muted by the season and an unspoken tension, before a familiar figure emerges from the gloom, bringing with her a strange atmospheric distortion.
Tinsel and Treachery
By Eva Suluk
The air bit, sharp and unwelcome, even through the thin fabric of my jacket. Outside, the world was a postcard of fake cheer, all twinkling lights and snow that hadn't yet turned to slush. Inside, behind the frosted panes, I knew it would be worse: forced smiles, cloying carols, and the clatter of silver against porcelain. But I wasn't there for the mince pies. I was there for something far less palatable, a little piece of history someone else wanted buried.