Happy Totally Horror Day!

One year ago TODAY, the very first crew to work Totally Horror all teamed up and formed our website. I would like to thank all of the great subscribers who have been with us since day one!


Blackalchemy @ BlackAlchemy.wordpress.com

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Mazhar @ SmediaWorker.wordpress.com 

Those are only a few of our great followers! Thank you so much for staying with us for the first year everyone! Hopefully you enjoy our future posts and updates! Happy one year anniversary, TH!

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“One Buck Horror Vol. 1” – Review

Review By HorrorCrone


We here at Totally Horror were presented with a delightfully frightful collection of short stories under the cover of One Buck Horror.  I read Volume 1, and I have to say, I’m looking forward to being surprised and spooked by the next volumes in the series.  The stories are written with easy to follow prose, and they all have young protagonists, but this is where the similarities among the stories end.  The reader is taken on a fascinatingly scary journey from freaky houses to haunted cornfields, and introduced to characters who seem familiar but are oddly sinister or outright terrifying.  I was enthralled and completely creeped out by turns, sometimes too filled with dread to turn the page and yet too spellbound to stop.

“Jenny’s House,” by Ada Hoffmann, the ideal choice to start the storytelling, initially seemed to be an innocent fable told from the point of view of a young child.  But the tale immediately turned darker with a frightening end that left me rather surprised and alarmed for Jenny and her family, as the author deftly left the true end of the story up to the reader.   “A Lullaby for Caliban,” by Mark Onspaugh is a shockingly tender story which literally left me shaking in reaction, as fun and games for a group of teens leads to a terrifying new reality.  This story is highly recommended, and worth the price of the book on its own.  “The Last Nephew,” by Elizabeth Twist really took me down to the depths of psychological horror, and got under my skin.  The “oogie” factor on this one is not to be missed.  It is a truly frightening, awesome horror.  “The Cornfield,” by Mike Trier is clearly written by a master storyteller: the way in which we are slowly let into this young man’s horror is amazing.  The writing left me breathless and devastated right to the final word.  And, the final story in the book, “The Ginger Men,” by Julie Jansen was a unique take on an old horrifying story, and again, told from the point of view of a teen.

What makes One Buck Horror Volume 1 work so well is the fact that the stories are told from the vantage point of young people who take the reader with them as they make horrifying discoveries and deal with fantastic situations.  Many times throughout the book, I found myself wondering how I would deal with the issues they faced, and if I would have the same level of success.  It’s a question I’m glad I don’t have to answer.  For only 99 cents, be sure and pick up One Buck Horror Volume 1 for a creepy, scary, terrifying good time.

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“Eyes To See” Review

by Horror Crone


I had the fearsome pleasure of reading Eyes To See, the first installment of the Jeremiah Hunt Chronicles.  The cover art was tempting, and the first few pages snatched me into the story.  The protagonist, Jeremiah Hunt, exhausted by the vain search for his missing daughter, finds himself enmeshed in an occult underworld that exists within our own, complete with engrossing characters and truly frightening monsters.  Not since the work of Charles de Lint have I read such amazing urban fantasy, but with a far darker cast than de Lint’s and true chilling mystery at its core.  The resolution of the story was very satisfying, and I truly grieved turning the last page.  This is the first book I have read by Joseph Nassise and it has left me hungry for more.

The author has a wonderful website http://josephnassise.com/ where you can learn about his books, appearances, and upcoming events.  This is definitely an author to watch in the world of urban fantasy.  Go out and grab or download a copy of Eyes To See; you won’t be disappointed!

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The Shadow At the End of the Hall

by: Horror Crone


“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before….”

The Raven, Edgar Allen Poe

I was started on my lifelong love of horror fiction, poetry, and the occult by my Father, who used to read Edgar Allen Poe to me when I was very tiny.  The musical cadences of the words, the fierce dynamism of the rhymes, and the rise and fall of my Father’s voice were mesmerizing to me, even though I didn’t understand the import of the words.  As I got older and faced nightly the terror of being alone in my bedroom, I understood too well what peering deeply into the darkness, wondering and fearing meant.

What child doesn’t confront at some time in their young development, the irrational fear of the Thing Under the Bed or the Unknowable in the Closet?  For my sister and I, our frightening companion was the Shadow at the End of the Hall.  The apparition made itself known to us shortly after we moved into our new house when I was 8 and my sister was 10.  In the beginning, it was no more than a feeling – a certainty of a presence, the prickly tingling sensation that we were being watched.  Shortly thereafter, the amorphous feeling resolved itself into an indistinct darkness that simply was.  The Shadow at the End of the Hall never moved, never shimmered.  It was just there once the ambient light in the hall was low.

My sister and I remained in a constant state of fear.  We tried to convince ourselves we were mistaken.  We knew our proclivities and, by that time, well developed love of the occult – clearly this was merely a manifestation of our over-active imaginations.   We spoke of the Shadow in whispers, terrified and thrilled by turns, wondering what this thing was which had decided to live with us and watch us.  The Shadow’s manifestation always felt just on the verge of speech.  We dreaded what it might say.

One truth was inescapable: The Shadow at the End of the Hall ensured there were no terrors in our bedrooms.  Once my sister and I realized that the presence didn’t move and didn’t communicate, we were able to breathe in our rooms and sleep in the relative surety that we wouldn’t awake to something leaning over our beds.  In many ways, the Shadow at the End of the Hall became a familiar, albeit creepy guest in our young adolescence.  It was never ambulatory, it never shifted, and though it always felt immediate and somehow insistent.  Rather like an incapacitated older relative who is desperate to say something, but unable.  And soon, we realized that all presences have very distinct personalities, and are not all so demur.