Edited by Wendy N. Wagner, NIGHTMARE is a critically-acclaimed digital magazine of horror and dark f
You’ve been here before, but not day after day after day in some karmic trap set by an unseen screen
When writing a recipe, you have to be linear. This, then that, then this. You can’t jump ahead of yo
When Lucas walked in and nodded toward the Ice Bus, I thought for a fleeting moment he was finally g
I was five when we moved to the island. Mommy and Daddy knew that the end was near. There were harbi
“I have something I want to show you,” said Nancy. She stared at Jazmine from Jazmine’s front porch,
Cars never bounce around the way they make them appear in the movies. No, instead they glide, more l
We gathered for the last time in October, under the pretense of discussing a novel that was currentl
Waiting on the steps at Changdeokgung for my language study group, I watched a girl in a guide’s ves
It starts with a small child — a girl of no more than eight or nine, with stringy blond hair and gre
The shadows press on your skin, prickled velvet that shouldn’t have weight, shouldn’t have texture,
My hands were badly chapped that fall, the year we found Bog Dog. At least that I remember. The grou
They had known that the pillbox was in the woods, but for some reason they’d never got around to vis
There was a tree. I remember it. I swear I’d be able to recognize it. Because it looked so unusual.
Since we were little, Oona’s collected Victorian photographs. A certain subset of people love them,
“What’s with the lawnmower. No one mows this early in spring.” “It’s June,” I reply. “Spring should
Three potential sacrifices, just as Phoibe’d predicted, blundering through the woods like buffalo in
There was nothing to look at once they were away from the town, only a long road stretching ahead, b
I’m telling you this so you know: I don’t remember when I started eating myself. You should remember
The sin-eater arrived in Zonia Province two days before the death of the great gun fighter, Arryo Sa
It’s me again. Remember me? In the beginning I left a note stuck to your windshield. You are parked
