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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

Twenty-four hours to go. The Ultus Theater was all lit up, the marquee emblazoned with his name, glo

The caveat is that I’m going to lie to you. That’s how confessions work, isn’t it? There are those t

The Man had come and gone, other Someones too, and all the lessers, but Barley still guarded the Hou

We saw the first billboard while driving along Lake Road. We’d driven the road a hundred times befor

Congratulations on the purchase of your new home! I’m sorry to inform you I was not very upfront wit

She remembered the day Sophie’s grandmother told her about the gold coin. The gold coin existed only

I take the hammer in my right hand and raise it up over my head to bring down, screaming, against th

We came down to Independence in the afternoon. The sky as we descended was white, gray, pink smeared

The first time I saw him, I was crouched in a ditch by the highway, lancet poised, holding a crumbly

You know the game, don’t you? All you need is a closet, and a book of matches---and a willing partic

Dr. Wasp and Hornet Holmes were gathering nectar one day when Holmes made a startling observation. “

My grandfather was a clown prophet. I mean he was a clown. A literal clown. He wore clown makeup. An

The Saints saw nothing but rock and scrub, the one lone Joshua tree dead, its arms defeated. They tr

“But why?” Charlotte whined. In the front seat, our mother consulted the map. “I’m not going to keep

Clara drinks from water bottles so she doesn’t have to hear the tap running. She puts all the dirty

It could have been ketchup. Or sriracha sauce. V8 or cranberry juice or pinot noir. It could have be

When you were inside me, I knew you were mine. Now, I’m not so sure. Cradled in my arms, you are an

Thomas woke alone, and opened his sticky eyes to the dusty golden light filling the bedroom. He expe

It was the unexpectedness of the scream that pulled him to his feet from a sofa slouch before the te

I have spent my life trying to understand what the thing called memory is. I know some of what it is