Horror Stories | Aiden Mars

I got my adoption papers signed. Now they are on their way to take me to my new home.

They say it takes four minutes to boil an egg. I say that’s a lie.

The town’s last phone booth stood like a relic in a dust-clogged field behind the defunct gas station...

The first scream didn’t come from the jungle. It came from Matheson’s throat.

Everyone clapped when I said today was the day. Daddy called it bravery. Mom kissed my hair...

The bottle had stopped, pointing squarely at Max. The basement smelled like beer and feet...

Just when you thought camp couldn’t get any worse… the counselors found another set of bones.

The streetlight flickered, casting nervous shadows on the curb.

The boy sat cross-legged in the alley, his fingers buried in the wet paper of a ruined newspaper...