Seven Story Magazine

A catalogue of all Dark Fantasy and Horror stories by America’s darkest minds.

  • Birchwood & Cargo (Riley Sailer)

    He stares at her. Then back to the blackening road. His eyes dart to the rearview mirror and her again in a cycle of confusion. His breath quickens and without thinking, his right arm drops, and the Tiago pivots into the shoulder. The stop is sudden, Saltz cries out in the back in protest as…

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  • St. Arnold’s Support Group (Steph J. Lucas)

    Six women who had each survived the worst night of their lives, sitting in a circle of plastic chairs on a carved stone floor, under vaulted arches sweating with damp, drinking tea and watery coffee from a church-hall urn. Somebody had hung fairy lights along the old stone shelves where the Arnold family had once…

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  • Massage Ladies (Ashley Mangtani)

    My name is Nene. My ID card says Nai, the Thai word for Mister, followed by a long boy’s name my father chose from a monk’s list. I will not write it here, and no Thai law will let me change it.

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  • My One of a Kind Roommate (Christine Larrieux)

    There are three things you need to know before you read this.  Firstly, I loved living alone. After years of sharing rooms and dealing with intrusive family members, this was the dream. Second, I was shy and hated engaging in conversation with strangers first. And third, I was a clueless girl and didn’t see the signs.

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  • Sammy’s Closet (Matt Durante)

    Logically, he knew everything that was in that closet. Everything that was on the floor in the shadow where the night light didn’t touch. He knew every inch of that laminate flooring leading to that closet. His window was locked. The front and back door were locked. His mom was fast asleep just down the…

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  • The Stain (Rita Santos)

    The Stain (Rita Santos)

    I called her two days before they ruled her death in the death certificate, and she didn’t answer, but I didn’t think much of it. I guessed I would try again some weeks later, eventually. The neighbors called the police when they smelled the rot.

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  • Evie ( E.J. Schaefer)

    Evie ( E.J. Schaefer)

    A trail of bright red drips extends down the hallway; remnants from last night’s little accident. The woman I live with let herself go a little too long between feedings in an attempt to lose weight and got so hungry she ended up draining one of her human friends. She said he was trying to…

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