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Andrew Michael Hurley

The Summer People by Shirley Jackson

I discovered this tale some time back and it has lingered with me since then. The titular vacationers are a couple from the city, who rent an identical isolated rural cabin each year. On this occasion, instead of heading back home, they choose to lengthen their holiday a few more weeks – a decision that to disturb each resident in the surrounding community. Each repeats a similar vague warning that not a soul has remained in the area past the holiday. Regardless, they insist to remain, and that’s when things start to become stranger. The individual who delivers the kerosene refuses to sell to them. Nobody will deliver supplies to their home, and as the Allisons endeavor to drive into town, the car won’t start. A tempest builds, the batteries within the device fade, and with the arrival of dusk, “the aged individuals crowded closely within their rental and expected”. What are this couple expecting? What do the locals understand? Every time I peruse this author’s disturbing and thought-provoking story, I remember that the finest fright originates in what’s left undisclosed.

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An Eerie Story by Robert Aickman

In this short story a pair journey to an ordinary beach community where church bells toll the whole time, a perpetual pealing that is bothersome and inexplicable. The initial extremely terrifying moment takes place during the evening, when they opt to walk around and they fail to see the sea. The beach is there, there is the odor of putrid marine life and salt, waves crash, but the ocean appears spectral, or something else and more dreadful. It is simply profoundly ominous and whenever I travel to the shore at night I think about this story that destroyed the ocean after dark for me – positively.

The recent spouses – the woman is adolescent, the man is mature – return to their lodging and learn why the bells ring, during a prolonged scene of confinement, macabre revelry and death-and-the-maiden encounters dance of death chaos. It is a disturbing reflection on desire and decline, two people aging together as partners, the bond and brutality and tenderness within wedlock.

Not only the most frightening, but likely among the finest brief tales out there, and an individual preference. I experienced it in Spanish, in the debut release of these tales to appear locally in 2011.

Catriona Ward

A Dark Novel by Joyce Carol Oates

I delved into Zombie by a pool in France in 2020. Even with the bright weather I sensed an icy feeling through me. I also felt the excitement of excitement. I was writing my latest book, and I had hit an obstacle. I was uncertain whether there existed an effective approach to write certain terrifying elements the story includes. Experiencing this novel, I understood that it could be done.

Published in 1995, the book is a dark flight within the psyche of a murderer, the main character, modeled after an infamous individual, the murderer who murdered and mutilated 17 young men and boys in a city between 1978 and 1991. Infamously, this person was obsessed with making a zombie sex slave who would stay by his side and made many grisly attempts to achieve this.

The actions the novel describes are appalling, but equally frightening is the psychological persuasiveness. The protagonist’s dreadful, broken reality is simply narrated in spare prose, details omitted. The audience is plunged caught in his thoughts, compelled to observe mental processes and behaviors that shock. The foreignness of his mind feels like a physical shock – or finding oneself isolated in an empty realm. Entering this story feels different from reading than a full body experience. You are absorbed completely.

Daisy Johnson

A Haunting Novel by Helen Oyeyemi

When I was a child, I walked in my sleep and eventually began having night terrors. On one occasion, the terror involved a dream in which I was trapped within an enclosure and, upon awakening, I realized that I had torn off a part out of the window frame, trying to get out. That building was crumbling; during heavy rain the ground floor corridor became inundated, maggots came down from the roof into the bedroom, and on one occasion a sizeable vermin climbed the drapes in the bedroom.

When a friend presented me with the story, I had moved out at my family home, but the tale about the home high on the Dover cliffs seemed recognizable to myself, nostalgic as I felt. It’s a novel concerning a ghostly clamorous, emotional house and a young woman who eats calcium from the shoreline. I cherished the book deeply and returned repeatedly to its pages, always finding {something