Andrew de Burgh‘s The Demoness is an indie horror oddity that blends supernatural dark comedy with eighties slasher charm. The film follows Sydney Culbertson‘s physically unhinged succubus as she torments a cast of already-damned Los Angeles residents. This 2025 release delivers practical effects, a memorable villain, and a tone that balances menace with wicked humour. Our full review explores why this low-budget oddball might be your next favourite horror film.
Some horror novels make you check under the bed. Sam Beckbessinger’s Femme Feral makes you check your own reflection for teeth. This feminist body horror novel about a queer photographer’s lycanthropic liberation is a howl of feminine rage you won’t forget.
The debut author discusses hidden sanctuaries, revenge as transformation, and the dark heart of her feminist horror fairy tale.
Claustrophobic space stations. Corporate corruption bleeding into deep space. A doomed luxury cruiser lost for decades, its halls still wet. S.A. Barnes built a devoted readership on sci-fi horror that traps you in the dark with nowhere to run.
Now she’s swapped the wreckage for a dusty university library. But don’t mistake the change of clothes for a change of temper.
Joe Rice walks into an empty office in Canary Wharf. He sits down at a computer. An AI asks him how he is feeling. And the abyss opens. Not beneath his feet. Beneath his chair.
Don’t hand in your notice. You won’t live to regret it.
Ande Pliego builds a locked room out of childhood fears, fairy-tale shadows, and the toxic residue of preserved secrets. The Daedalus Library will hold you hostage. The prose moves like a faulty elevator. You will not escape unchanged. This is how you face the thing that terrified you first.
This Book Hates You 2.0 is not a book to be read. It’s a contract signed in bad faith. David L. Tamarin’s transgressive fiction collection promises to assault your senses, and it faithfully delivers.
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Jill Palmer’s Frostbite is a masterclass in character-driven horror, proving the most terrifying apocalypse isn’t the monsters outside the gates but the inherited trauma found in a mother’s cold, calculating stare. It redefines survival as a brutal, hopeful act of choosing your own family.
I recently spoke with the author about how Accumulation balances supernatural horror with the horror of daily compromise. We discussed the house itself, based on her own 1750s home, where she wrote the novel.
It’s not a metaphor. Call your mum. Call your best friend. Do the things you love even if you think you’re too tired to do them. You’ll feel better afterwards. Go for a walk. Talk to strangers. Stop trying to make the world so convenient that you forget to live.
Aimee Pokwatka’s ACCUMULATION writes domestic horror as ambient dread—the terror accumulates in the cracks of a woman’s attention, in the repetition of chores, the slow erosion of identity. This is a haunted house novel where the real ghost is everything she gave up.
What makes this Salt Along the Tongue so urgent is that Malfitano has crafted something genuinely singular: a possession horror where the scariest thing isn’t a demon, but the love a mother refuses to let go.
