Frightening Authors Reveal the Most Frightening Tales They've Ever Read

Andrew Michael Hurley

A Chilling Tale by Shirley Jackson

I encountered this story some time back and it has haunted me since then. The named seasonal visitors happen to be a family urban dwellers, who occupy the same off-grid rural cabin annually. This time, rather than heading back to urban life, they opt to lengthen their vacation an extra month – a decision that to unsettle all the locals in the adjacent village. Each repeats an identical cryptic advice that nobody has remained at the lake beyond Labor Day. Even so, they are resolved to remain, and that is the moment events begin to grow more bizarre. The person who delivers the kerosene refuses to sell to them. No one is willing to supply food to their home, and when they endeavor to drive into town, the car refuses to operate. A tempest builds, the batteries of their radio die, and with the arrival of dusk, “the two old people huddled together in their summer cottage and waited”. What are this couple waiting for? What might the townspeople understand? Every time I read Jackson’s disturbing and thought-provoking tale, I’m reminded that the top terror originates in what’s left undisclosed.

An Acclaimed Writer

An Eerie Story by Robert Aickman

In this short story a couple journey to a typical coastal village in which chimes sound constantly, a constant chiming that is irritating and puzzling. The initial extremely terrifying episode takes place during the evening, when they choose to walk around and they are unable to locate the sea. Sand is present, there is the odor of decaying seafood and salt, there are waves, but the ocean is a ghost, or something else and more dreadful. It is truly profoundly ominous and every time I visit to the shore at night I remember this story which spoiled the beach in the evening in my view – favorably.

The newlyweds – the wife is youthful, the husband is older – return to their lodging and find out the reason for the chiming, through an extended episode of claustrophobia, macabre revelry and mortality and youth encounters grim ballet pandemonium. It’s a chilling contemplation on desire and decline, a pair of individuals maturing in tandem as spouses, the connection and aggression and tenderness within wedlock.

Not merely the scariest, but likely among the finest brief tales in existence, and an individual preference. I experienced it in the Spanish language, in the debut release of Aickman stories to appear in this country in 2011.

Catriona Ward

A Dark Novel by Joyce Carol Oates

I perused this book by a pool in the French countryside in 2020. Even with the bright weather I sensed cold creep within me. Additionally, I sensed the electricity of anticipation. I was composing a new project, and I had hit a wall. I was uncertain if there was an effective approach to craft some of the fearful things the narrative involves. Going through this book, I saw that it was possible.

Released decades ago, the book is a grim journey into the thoughts of a young serial killer, the protagonist, modeled after Jeffrey Dahmer, the serial killer who slaughtered and cut apart numerous individuals in Milwaukee over a decade. As is well-known, Dahmer was obsessed with creating a compliant victim that would remain with him and attempted numerous grisly attempts to do so.

The acts the novel describes are terrible, but just as scary is the mental realism. The character’s awful, shattered existence is directly described in spare prose, names redacted. You is sunk deep caught in his thoughts, forced to witness thoughts and actions that shock. The alien nature of his mind resembles a tangible impact – or getting lost on a desolate planet. Going into this book feels different from reading and more like a physical journey. You are consumed entirely.

Daisy Johnson

White Is for Witching from Helen Oyeyemi

When I was a child, I sleepwalked and subsequently commenced experiencing nightmares. Once, the horror featured a nightmare during which I was confined inside a container and, as I roused, I found that I had torn off a part off the window, trying to get out. That home was crumbling; during heavy rain the downstairs hall flooded, fly larvae fell from the ceiling onto the bed, and on one occasion a large rat climbed the drapes in the bedroom.

Once a companion handed me the story, I was no longer living at my family home, but the narrative regarding the building located on the coastline appeared known to myself, longing as I was. It’s a novel about a haunted clamorous, atmospheric home and a girl who consumes calcium off the rocks. I adored the book deeply and returned again and again to it, consistently uncovering {something

Clarence Scott
Clarence Scott

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