Haunting – Twirling Book Princess

October Horror Mystery Month Fest ~ 2024/2025 Favourites: Little Monsters by Jeff Lemire, Dustin Nguyen

October 29, 2025 Mehsi Comments 0 Comment

Little Monsters by Jeff Lemire, Dustin Nguyen, group of kids in black/white shadows with a longer shadow coming out of the kid at the front

Read this if you like: Vampires, Apocalypse/Dystopia, Lord of the Flies, Survival, Mystery, Terror/Scary moments, Fantastic art.

Review: A House with Good Bones

October 14, 2025 Mehsi Comments 2 comments

“Vultures are extremely sensitive to the dead. Particularly when the dead are doing things they shouldn’t be.”

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Review: Shinrei ni naranai Netto Keijiban Hyaku Monogatari: Toshi Densetsu Komikku Kaidan-shuu, Vol.1

October 9, 2025 Mehsi Comments 0 Comment

A spooky wooky anthology featuring creepy pasta turned manga, this terrified me!

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Review: Deadstream

June 11, 2025 Mehsi Comments 2 comments

Streaming is fun, but what is that behind the streamers? What is targeting them? Will you open the door?

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Review: Little Monsters

March 17, 2025 Mehsi Comments 0 Comment

These are the children. This is their world. A haunting graphic novel, what if you had Lord of the Flies but made the kids vampires?

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First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ The Ghosts of Bitterfly Bay by Mary Averling

February 20, 2025 Mehsi Comments 0 Comment

The Ghosts of Bitterfly Bay by Mary Averling, girl walking over a pier filled with grabby hands while the moon is high in the sky and a cabin is on the other end of the pier

Mayflower Cottage isn’t a welcoming place maybe the name sounds sweet, but that’s where it ends.
I’m sitting with Scratch on the porch on a hot June afternoon, waiting for a storm to roll through. The air is thick and boiling like the clouds. There’s nothing but dark in all directions. Dark sky. Dark pines. Dark mountains. Brochures call Mayflower Cottage a lakeside getaway, but that’s a barefaced lie – we’re miles away from the water, nestled into the mountainside where everything is drowned in shade. Even the birds avoid us. Today the woods are quiet as usual, except for the creak, creak of the swing chair as I rock my heels against the porch’s peeling paint.