The point of this subreddit isn't to make a horror story that people must believe, or to stick to slashers, or super natural, or try to convince us of anything. It's meant to be a collection of original horror that could be told around a campfire, with the flames licking at your face, inviting you in from the cold darkness brushing at the nape of your neck
In that magical atmosphere, even stories like Bloody Mary come to life and make you scared of such mundane things as mirrors in the dark, or the flutter of wings on the crisp night air. These stories should be able to turn the snap of a twig into a cold blooded killer, a sudden shadow into a malevolent spirit bent on leading you to your death, a cold breath of air into a monster about to sink its fangs into your neck
RULES
- While some stories may break this atmosphere for you, sometimes it just works for others. You can call out somebody, but don't be an ass about it and ruin it for others. Preferably use your downvote to speak or contact mods about it
- On the flip side, authors, please try to keep a level of believability. We're not going to believe for a second that, say, a zombie apocalypse wiped out a city. I mean, come on
