As a boy, I could climb any tree you pointed at and run for miles without thinking about what I was running from or to. I just ran. Fast as a barn cat on a moonless night, flatfooted and howling with the wind. These days, I steady myself before I fart, and if I sneeze…

In the dim glow of the tavern, where shadows clung to the walls like cobwebs spun from the void, James leaned closer to Barbara. The air was thick with the scent of stale ale and something else, something acrid, unplaceable–as if the universe had exhaled a warning. Barbara was a vision–her dress a cascade of…

Slowly, I pulled onto the Black Rock just as the sun sank, the sky blazing orange and purple, and climbed over the padlocked gate meant to keep vehicles out. I’d picked a spot—a lonely patch of sand by a dry wash–for its solitude and the promise of a star-soaked night. My plan for the weekend…

Written by someone who should’ve stayed in bed. I knew it was one of those days when my truck wouldn’t start until the third turn of the key, and even then, it coughed like a smoker at a prayer meeting. I finally got the truck to rumble awake, but once at work, I realized I’d…

We were training outside Panama City, where the jungle is thick and the night is black. The first few nights, we had a walker with us. He didn’t say much. He watched and chewed our asses later. But that night was different. No oversight. No handholding. I was the point man. My team leader, Staff…

1937, and Howard Phillips Lovecraft, a reclusive writer in Providence, Rhode Island, is frail and dying, his body ravaged by illness. His stories of cosmic horror—tales of Cthulhu, Yog-Sothoth, and the Necronomicon—have earned him a small but devoted following. Unknown to him, his writings have brushed too close to forbidden truths, drawing the attention of…

Days after her encounter at the Innsmouth lighthouse, Eliza Marrow is a ghost of herself. Her memories are fragmented, her name a faint echo she clings to like a lifeline. Plagued by dreams of shimmering fractals and a hum that never stops, she’s tracked rumors of a new outbreak of disappearances to New Detroit, where…

In the neon-lit sprawl of New Detroit, a city reborn from industrial ruin, a strange phenomenon grips the Internet’s underbelly. A viral video, known only as The Signal, spreads through dark web forums and encrypted chat apps. It’s a 17-second clip of static and shimmering fractals, accompanied by a low hum that leaves viewers disoriented,…

In the decaying coastal town of Innsmouth, Massachusetts, whispers of a new cult surfaced. The Order of the Unraveled, a secretive group, had taken root in an abandoned lighthouse overlooking the Atlantic. Locals report strange lights flickering in the fog and a low hum that rattles windows at night. Dr. Eliza Marrow, a disgraced archaeologist…

Zhul’thar’s name comes from a proto-language spoken by the Serpent Men of Valusia, a pre-human race in the Mythos who worshipped entities beyond the stars. In their tongue, “zhul” meant “the veil” or “the threshold between worlds,” while “thar” signified “to rend” or “to unmake.” The apostrophe marked a sacred pause, a moment of reverence…