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The Summer People from Shirley Jackson

I discovered this tale some time back and it has lingered with me since then. The named vacationers turn out to be a family from the city, who rent the same isolated rural cabin annually. On this occasion, in place of returning to urban life, they decide to lengthen their holiday for a month longer – an action that appears to unsettle everyone in the adjacent village. Each repeats a similar vague warning that no one has lingered by the water beyond Labor Day. Regardless, the Allisons are resolved to remain, and that is the moment events begin to become stranger. The person who delivers oil won’t sell to them. No one agrees to bring supplies to the cabin, and at the time they try to travel to the community, the car refuses to operate. A tempest builds, the batteries within the device fade, and with the arrival of dusk, “the aged individuals crowded closely in their summer cottage and anticipated”. What might be they anticipating? What might the townspeople know? Each occasion I revisit this author’s disturbing and influential narrative, I remember that the top terror comes from the unspoken.

Mariana Enríquez

An Eerie Story by Robert Aickman

In this concise narrative two people journey to an ordinary beach community in which chimes sound constantly, an incessant ringing that is irritating and unexplainable. The initial truly frightening episode happens at night, when they choose to take a walk and they fail to see the sea. Sand is present, the scent exists of putrid marine life and seawater, there are waves, but the sea is a ghost, or something else and even more alarming. It’s just profoundly ominous and whenever I travel to the coast in the evening I think about this story that ruined the sea at night in my view – favorably.

The young couple – she’s very young, the husband is older – go back to the hotel and learn the cause of the ringing, during a prolonged scene of claustrophobia, gruesome festivities and mortality and youth intersects with danse macabre chaos. It’s an unnerving meditation regarding craving and deterioration, a pair of individuals maturing in tandem as a couple, the connection and violence and tenderness of marriage.

Not merely the scariest, but likely one of the best short stories available, and a beloved choice. I encountered it in Spanish, in the initial publication of this author’s works to appear in Argentina in 2011.

Catriona Ward

A Dark Novel from Joyce Carol Oates

I perused Zombie near the water in France recently. Even with the bright weather I experienced a chill within me. I also felt the thrill of fascination. I was writing my third novel, and I had hit a block. I didn’t know if there was any good way to compose some of the fearful things the story includes. Experiencing this novel, I realized that it was possible.

Published in 1995, the book is a dark flight into the thoughts of a murderer, the main character, based on a notorious figure, the criminal who slaughtered and dismembered 17 young men and boys in Milwaukee between 1978 and 1991. Infamously, the killer was fixated with creating a zombie sex slave who would stay him and made many horrific efforts to accomplish it.

The deeds the story tells are appalling, but similarly terrifying is its own psychological persuasiveness. The character’s awful, shattered existence is directly described with concise language, names redacted. The reader is plunged stuck in his mind, compelled to see ideas and deeds that shock. The foreignness of his mind is like a physical shock – or being stranded on a barren alien world. Going into this book is not just reading and more like a physical journey. You are absorbed completely.

Daisy Johnson

White Is for Witching from Helen Oyeyemi

In my early years, I walked in my sleep and subsequently commenced experiencing nightmares. At one point, the horror included a dream in which I was confined inside a container and, upon awakening, I found that I had ripped the slat from the window, attempting to escape. That home was decaying; when it rained heavily the ground floor corridor flooded, maggots came down from the roof on to my parents’ bed, and once a big rodent scaled the curtains in my sister’s room.

When a friend gave me the story, I was residing elsewhere at my family home, but the story regarding the building perched on the cliffs appeared known to myself, nostalgic as I was. It is a book concerning a ghostly clamorous, atmospheric home and a young woman who eats limestone from the cliffs. I adored the story deeply and went back again and again to it, each time discovering {something