When the lanterns blinked out, the woman in the shadows rose, and as she turned, Emma saw her own face staring back, grinning wide and empty.

But as she looked up into his beautiful kind eyes, she knew she’d still have to burn him alive and watch his house collapse into flames, just like all the others hiding in plain sight.

His screen glowed, his own terrified face staring back as a bloody hand—his own damned hand—reached out, and yanked him into the black void beyond madness and beyond the screen.

But nobody knew the serial killer was there, with a real chainsaw posing as a scare actor.

Only too late would we discover what would become of our children.

(More terror than horror, but I think qualifies.)

.̶̢̠̲̯̳̜̠̝̩͎̩̖̲̣͐͂̿̓͐͂̄͛͝ͅ.̴̧̦̞̼͕̺̞̘̞̯͈͋͊͛͐̇̄͐́̎̂̇͘͠͝.̵̢̨̛͉͎̹̜̬̰̙͉̖̂͂͒̈́͐̏̄̀̏̃̓̿ ̵̡̢̝͉̫̤͖̓̔̓̐̌̌́̏̾̀͜͝͝t̶̖̬̺̜̲͔̖͇̖̩̣́͌̄̓͝ȟ̸̡̡͇̗͎̳̪̣̫͂̀̉̐̑̊̃̈́̒̌͘̚͝ȩ̴̢̘̩̼̓̇̈́͑́̋̍̐̒̔͋͘͝͠͝r̵̘͝͝ȅ̵̯̗̭̥̪̜͔̪͓́̄̊̇̈̓̉͝'̸̫͍̳̭̪̟͚̊̀́̒̐͠͝ş̷̧̪̦͈̦͙̹̔͜ͅ ̶͙͙̺̖̭̯̫͑̀́̿̿͋͘̚͝n̷͓̹̰̞͍̮͖͍̗̮̥̿̓͊͗͝ͅo̵̦̫̥͌̃͒͒͑̿̀̾̒͆͗̽̔͝ ̸͎́͆̀̃t̵̨͇̻̐͂́̐͠ǐ̶̛̦̯͕̖̹̀̔͆̽̏̈́̒͋̂m̶̠͓̳̪̲̜̩͎̗̺̄́͌̚é̶̠͇̦͎̘͆̊͠͠ ̴̢̟̤̯̎̀͊̄̉̃͘i̸̗̹̬̟͖̠̾̔͛͆͊͌̆̉̈̕͠͠ṋ̶̭̖̲̝̤͖͇̄̈͛͛͌̉͆̆͠͠ ̶̡͔̮͔̳͎̦̣͈͍̥̜̂̊̃͊͛͜͠t̵̢͚͆̓̂͛͋͆̀͋̅̅͜ḧ̶̨̨͔̗̱̭́̊ę̷̺͙̖̩̰͂͑͛̃̾̏̿̽͑̊̂͛ ̵̣̥̳͇̞̼̻̼̗͎̪̥̰̒͠ã̴̭̺͕̲͇̩̜͙̱̓̏̈́b̷̲́̀͊́̉ẏ̴̰̘͔̝͕̳̤̩̦̬̼͎̀͒̈́͠s̵̯̻̮͕̫̲̭̈͑͋̈́̀͠ͅs̶̡͕̮̣̣͉͙̩͚̈̋̎̂̉̅̑̒́̅̾͘̚ ̴̯̉́͒͌̆͋̏̌́̾̔̕͝ͅḑ̶̩̖͎̬̯͔̥̪̆̉̏͒̈́̔̅̈́͝͝o̷̡̧̙̗̗̗͉̮͙̮͈͔̐̊͌̐̊͋̊̍̄̐̓͐ç̵̟̤̬̪̼̩̋̀͜͜t̷̖͉͙̻̳͇͉͎̦̖̭̙̲̑̃̽̿̋̑̈̈́́̀̓̎͌ǒ̸͈̳͆͑̌̅͊́̈̕͝r̷͚̼̪̟̫͖̮̺̳̭̳̞͔͊͂͌͛̅̈́́̌͐̚͝͠

Then the door in the sky slowly started to open up.

Said a terrorist, securing a black plastic bag over one's head for their transportation.

Turns out they're capitalists too...

I still remember the noise that thing made as it crawled inside my wife.

I didn't have the heart to tell him what the gag was really for as I watched the bite mark ooze puss.

To them it's hilarious that all of our suffering was caused by someone else praying for it.

When I checked it a few hours later, my baby was gone.

The quadriplegia was a new reality I had to live with.

They turned the ship around and the wormhole disappeared.

The food is good, but it tastes a lot like almonds

He looked down with deep set frantic eyes and said it wasn't a costume.

An hour later, in clouds of tear gas and smoke, the soldiers moved in to disperse the crowds.

There was the smell of rot, and a cat with blood on its face greeting me once I got in

Time had stood still and the moment felt like an hour after the impact with the transport truck.

The initial blast wave instantly vaporized them leaving only a negative image on the concrete where they had been standing.

When the person I hired opened up the pipes, there was a lot of mold inside

I put it back in the basket, because I didn't want to get the hose again.

The new space made room to hide the severed fingers in her bedroom drawer.