The Nightmare Collective

“Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.”

― Stephen King

Written by Christopher Feinstein

"The Times They Are A-Changin' "

- Bob Dylan

Written by Christopher Feinstein

"This thing of darkness I acknowledge mine"

- William Shakespeare - The Tempest

Written by Christopher Feinstein

Everyone remembers the day they found out monsters were real...

Written by Christopher Feinstein

A family meets an unspeakable evil while vacationing on The Great Lakes…

"Shiny diamonds Like the eyes of a cat in the black and blue Something is coming for you Look out Race for the morning You can hide in the sun 'till you see the light Oh we will pray it's all right" - Ronnie James Dio

Hey Alexa, Don’t let this monster kill me. ‘I’m sorry, I don’t know that one’…

"Leave Coca. Leave Coca. Go to the top of the roof. Let the child have A quiet sleep."

-Portuguese lullaby recorded by José Leite de Vasconcelos

"Many have entered his dreary domain but not even one has been heard from again. They no doubt made a feast for the butchering beast and he's waiting . . . just waiting . . . to get you."

-JACK PRELUTSKY Nightmares (HarperCollins Publishers Inc, 1976)

A snowed in family discovers there is more outside than just the weather.

“To be alive is to be missing.” - John Green

“Hell is the absence of the people you long for.” - Emily St. John Mandel

Something is feeding on the children of Youngstown, Ohio

"And when the broken-hearted people

Living in the world agree

There will be an answer, let it be" - Paul McCartney

In the swamps and salt air of South Carolina’s low country, the Boo Hag is more than just a fireside story. She slips into your home while you sleep, wearing your skin like a stolen suit. But one man has found a way to track her—because he’s hunted skins before.
Some call it justice.
Others call it obsession.
Either way, the Boo Hag isn’t the only predator in the dark.

Content Warning: This episode contains themes of suicide and despair, presented through horror storytelling. Listener discretion is advised.

On the lonely prairies of South Dakota, legends speak of Walking Sam... a towering shadow said to collect the hopeless, stringing them like beads along his endless arms. Those who hear his whispers aren’t offered death, but something far more chilling: rest without release, an eternal march across the plains.