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NIGHTMARE MAGAZINE - Horror and Dark Fantasy Story Podcast (Audiobook | Short Stories)

Edited by Wendy N. Wagner, NIGHTMARE is a critically-acclaimed digital magazine of horror and dark f

Episodes

Total: 327

My mother sits at the kitchen table in the moonlight, gazing at her folded hands. “Has your father r

This month's Nightmare Short Shots episode features "I Am One of Bluebeard's Dead Wives" by Bella D.

On an unmarked road somewhere in the Appalachians, a midnight blue Cadillac rolled to a stop, gravel

We hear you laughing as you speed by on the interstate. In spite of what you might think of us, we a

This month's Nightmare Short Shots episode features "Painted Surfaces" by Guan Un (© 2024 by Guan Un

Erin Brown | Butter

2024/8/7

Nine years, fifty-two days, seven hours until hyadeic convergence. Kayla watched the hot, empty cake

Haw Par Villa in the rain was a splash of garish color. The dark red footpath, glistening wet. The o

This month's Nightmare Short Shots episode features "Automaton Boy" by Sara S. Messenger (© 2024 by

Thomas Ha | Grottmata

2024/7/3

The soldiers start rounding up us factory girls just before sunrise. | © 2024 by Thomas Ha. Narrated

This poem sprang from its title, a product of old-school random-generator email spam. | © 2024 by So

Ally Wilkes | Billy Blue

2024/6/19

Yesterday upon the stair, I met a man who wasn’t there . . . | © 2024 by Ally Wilkes. Narrated by Ju

At the tiny abbey in the province of Tasselt—the only abbey in the region with both an abbot and his

Manish Melwani | MAMMOTH

2024/6/5

If you haven’t seen it yet, you will. | © 2024 by Manish Melwani. Read by Stefan Rudnicki. Learn mor

This poem began as a letter from a grandmother to her grandchild. It warns of uncontrollable wickedn

I first saw them one evening in May. I couldn’t tell what they were: small, like kids, like me, but

The question is, who dies at the end of this story? | © 2024 by Carlie St. George. Narrated by Aliso

There is something uniquely squalid and sad about estate sales. To traipse through a cluttered house

The opening line is my riff on Bach’s chorale prelude “Come, Sweet Death,” one of his most profound.

It didn’t come as a surprise when AJ told me she wanted to open our relationship. We’d been an item

When a nice man with a smart phone camera approaches them. It is also the phone he uses to record hi