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The Sound of Horror

By Jim Bihyeh Read by Cayenne Chris Conroy of Teknikal Diffikulties After he pitched his nylon tent in a nearby juniper grove at the base of the hill, he slept until moonrise. Then, under the pale light, he unfolded his steel trench-shovel and walked uphill toward the cemetery, looking for …
By Joe Nazare Read by BJ Harrison of The Classic Tales As if reading Montresor's thoughts, Luchesi reached down toward his feet; his hand came back proffering ...
Pseudopod 165: The Copse Oct. 23, 2009
By Robert Mammone Read by Ian Stuart A woman carrying a tray of drinks emerged from the kitchen. She was tall and spare and the loose ...
By Mike Norris Read by Cayenne Chris Conroy of Teknikal Diffikulties Passing the hall, he heard a sigh emanate through their locked bedroom door. That was ...
By Mort Castle Read by Sarah Tolbert and Ben Phillips Marilyn Monroe lies naked and dying. You can see it there, at that spot on her forehead where ...
By Ferrett Steinmetz Read by Phil Rossi He had been trained, as all of us had, to assemble his rifle by touch - but to our dismay, we ...
By Dale L. Sproule Read by Jaron Cohen Every night since I was seven years old he's swooped down at me out of the darkness of sleep: ...
Pseudopod 160: Got Milk? Sept. 17, 2009
By John Alfred Taylor Read by Alasdair Stuart ldquo;Now paint in little white eye sockets.rdquo; Colin told Briony. ldquo;And teeth at the bottom.rdquo; Hersquo;d already ...
By Jim Bihyeh Read by Ben Phillips “When I was your age, I ran away from school all the time. The tribal police would gather all us kids up from the hogans and the cabins, haul us to the boarding schools, cut our hair, tell us not to talk Navajo, …
By Grady Hendrix Read by Alasdair Stuart It had been some time since we had last been called to a meeting of the White Street Society and all of us yearned to quench the thirst for the strange that these meetings had fostered in our souls, which is why the …
By Tim W. Burke Read by Alasdair Stuart She asked me, “Will you teach the secrets of the soul and flesh?” Her eyes glowed like onyx in the gaslight. Her skin seemed translucent, but the young man fidgeting beside her on my drawing room sofa was paler still. His fine …
By Grady Hendrix Read by Alasdair Stuart A creak of the flooring caught my attention and I turned sharply, expecting to find my guide creeping up behind me with a jackblack in her hand and murder in her Irish eyes. Instead, I beheld a waif with a waxen pallor, protruding …
by Caspian Gray This story originally appeared in the July, 2009 issue of Chizine magazine (although it doesn't appear to be in their archive any longer). Read ...