WARNING: This video may be considered disturbing to some. Viewer discretion is advised.

The Gate (directed by Matt Westrup)

A new virulent strain of rabies is thought to be responsible for a number of horrible deaths in the city of London. It soon becomes clear that the cause of the condition has a much more sinister origin.

“The Gate” is a very effective little movie that both terrifies and invokes curiosity. It’s one of my favorite short films! What’s more is that it’s being turned into a full-length feature film and Westrupt will be returning as the director. I’m really excited to see it!

Blinky™ (2011)

A story about a boy, his robot and the consequences of his anger at the disintegration of his parents marriage.

Alex is looking for the normal loving family life that he hasn’t got - his parents are too busy fighting with each other to worry about the effect on him. Modern technology comes to the rescue in the form of Blinky, a robot designed to be a companion/assistant but ultimately becomes more a best friend and surrogate family member.

Not getting the love he is looking for from Blinky, Alex soon becomes bored with Blinky and starts treating him badly, making conflicting demands of him that ultimately result in a failure of his software. On reboot, only one demand remains intact.

Blinky was originally around to be Alex’s best friend and obey his every desire - he should have been more careful of what he wished for. It came true.

For any Edgar Allan Poe fans out there, this is an awesome short film I just saw. It’s a modern retelling of The Telltale Heart, called Tell and directed by Ryan Connolly. It’s extremely well-made and suspenseful and keeps you on the edge of your seat until the last moment. Highly recommended for any EAP fan or just fans of horror in general!

As many of my followers know, I am obsessed with all things horror. In particular, I’m passionate about short horror films. Getting a good story and some scares packed into just a few minutes is difficult but often rewarding. I’ve spent years combing through the internet trying to find the best films. So I decided to post my own personal list of films I’ve loved so others could enjoy them, too!

This list is constantly growing so I’ll be updating every now and then. These are all very professional and, if not super scary, are very entertaining. Of course, your mileage may vary. They’re all in chronological order, by the dates I discovered them. Enjoy!

NOTE: Movies I highly recommend are bolded. 

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hellyeahhorrormanga:

I really miss my sister. I’m 8 years old and my sister is 12. Ever since I can remember, our family has always been poor. My sister and I had to wear the same clothes every day and the kids at school used to make fun of us.

Last year, my sister ran away from home. Even though we shared a bedroom, she never warned me she was going to leave. If I’d known, I probably would have begged her to take me with her.

My parents said they are still searching for her, but I don’t think they’re putting in a lot of effort. 

Not long after that, my parents won the lottery. My mom said she found the winning ticket in a dumpster. When I saw all the money in the briefcase, I thought our problems were over.

I was wrong.

My parents immediately went on a spending spree. My dad bought himself a new car and a big TV. My mom bought herself some nice new dresses and lots of jewelry. They didn’t buy me anything.

“What happens when all the money runs out?” I asked them.

“Don’t worry,” my mom replied, “We still have you.”

I guess that means they love me, don’t they?

~spoilerz~

The parents killed the older sister and got the money either via insurance or sold her parts. They aren’t worried about the money running out because they still have another daughter to exploit.

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A photoset of some of my favorite short creepypasta! :3

*Warning! This story is disturbing. Reader discretion is advised.*

During the summer of 1983, in a quiet town near Minneapolis, Minnesota, the charred body of a woman was found inside the kitchen stove of a small farmhouse. A video camera was also found in the kitchen, standing on a tripod and pointing at the oven. No tape was found inside the camera at the time.

Although the scene was originally labeled as a homicide by police, an unmarked VHS tape was later discovered at the bottom of the farm’s well (which had apparently dried up earlier that year).

Despite its worn condition, and the fact that it contained no audio, police were still able to view the contents of the tape. It depicted a woman recording herself in front of a video camera (seemingly using the same camera the police found in the kitchen). After positioning the camera to include both her and her kitchen stove in the image, the tape then showed her turning on the oven, opening the door, crawling inside, and then closing the door behind her. Eight minutes into the video, the oven could be seen shaking violently, after which point thick black smoke could be seen emanating from it. For the remaining 45 minutes of video, until the batteries in the camera died, it remained in its stationary position.

To avoid disturbing the local community, police never released any information about the tape, or even the fact that it was found. Police were also not able to determine who put the tape in the well, or why the height and stature of the woman in the video didn’t come close to matching the body they’d found in the oven.

*Warning! This story is disturbing. Reader discretion is advised.*

Normally you sleep soundly, but the thunderstorm raging outside is stirring you from your slumber. You begin to doze, then another crash jolts you awake. The cycle lasts most of the night. So you lay there, eyes open and outward, looking at your room stretching out before you in oblong shadows. Your eyes move from nameless object, to object, until you reach your mirror, sitting adjacent to you across the room.

Suddenly a flash of lighting, and the mirror flickers in illumination. For a scant second the mirror revels to you dozens of faces, silhouettes within its frame, mouths open and eyes blackened. They stare out at you, their black pupils fixed upon your face.

Then it is done. Are you sure of what you have seen? Unsettled, you don’t sleep for the rest of the evening.

The next morning you remove the mirror from your wall and toss it in the trash. It didn’t matter if the vision you had seen was of truth or falsehood, you wanted to be rid of that mirror. In fact, you scrap every mirror in your house.

Weeks pass and the event of that night falls into passive memory. You are spending the day at a friend’s house. It’s time to use the bathroom. While you are in there the faucet starts to run without you prompting it. Taken aback by this, you do not yet act, trying to reason with your paranoia in your mind. The water starts to steam and a skin of moisture covers the mirror up above. You’re watching intently as words form:

“Please return the mirrors. We miss watching you sleep at night.”

silvermoon424:

A couple of weeks ago, I posted a collection of scary stories, urban legends, and creepypasta. People liked it, so I decided to do it again! This time I have not marked whether or not they are urban legends or creepypasta, etc., and most of them are American. Still, this is a GREAT collection and I hope everyone enjoys!

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A couple of weeks ago, I posted a collection of scary stories, urban legends, and creepypasta. People liked it, so I decided to do it again! This time I have not marked whether or not they are urban legends or creepypasta, etc., and most of them are American. Still, this is a GREAT collection and I hope everyone enjoys!

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This is one of my favorite creepypastas of ALL TIME. It’s fantastic, give it a shot!

Skyshale033
Subject: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
Does anyone remember this kid’s show? It was called Candle Cove and I must have been 6 or 7. I never found reference to it anywhere so I think it was on a local station around 1971 or 1972. I lived in Ironton at the time. I don’t remember which station, but I do remember it was on at a weird time, like 4:00 PM.

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Here’s another goodie!

This is from the awesome anthology series, Tales of Terror From Tokyo. Each segment is only five minutes long. Anyway, this is another favorite of mine; it’s called “Visitor.” It actually scared ME, which is almost impossible. 

Here’s nightmare retardant for when you finish; it’s supposed to be a joke about getting your period. Think of the title. :P

This is a little treat for all of you horror fans! ;D

This is from the great anthology series, Tales of Terror From Tokyo. Each segment is only five minutes long. Anyway, this is my one of my favorite segments, mostly because it’s based off one of the one-shots of one of my all-time FAVORITE mangaka, Junji Ito. It’s called “Only the Two of Us” and features a girl caring for her recently orphaned cousin, only to be greeted by an unnatural visitor… 

You can read the one-shot it was based off of here. 

*Warning, this material may be disturbing for some people*

There was a hunter in the woods, who, after a long day hunting, was in the middle of an immense forest. It was getting dark, and having lost his bearings, he decided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage. After what seemed like hours, he came across a cabin in a small clearing. Realizing how dark it had grown, he decided to see if he could stay there for the night. He approached, and found the door ajar. Nobody was inside. The hunter flopped down on the single bed, deciding to explain himself to the owner in the morning.

As he looked around the inside of the cabin, he was surprised to see the walls adorned by several portraits, all painted in incredible detail. Without exception, they appeared to be staring down at him, their features twisted into looks of hatred and malice. Staring back, he grew increasingly uncomfortable. Making a concerted effort to ignore the many hateful faces, he turned to face the wall, and exhausted, he fell into a restless sleep.

The next morning, the hunter awoke - he turned, blinking in unexpected sunlight. Looking up, he discovered that the cabin had no portraits, only windows.

*Warning, this is a scary creepypasta*

A few months ago a friend of mine, who is an up-and-coming nature photographer, decided to spend a day and night alone in the woods outside of our town. She wanted to get photos of the woods and wildlife as naturally as she could for her portfolio. She wasn’t afraid of being alone, as she had camped by herself many times before. She set up a tent in the middle of a small clearing and spent the day taking pictures. She filled up four rolls of film on that trip, but when she went and got them developed she saw four pictures that unsettled her, these four pictures were taken from inside the tent, of her, asleep in the middle of the night.