Tobias Wade

Horror writer at Haunted House Publishing.

There’s Message For My Mother In My Dead Grandfather’s Self-Portrait

“Don’t you worry, I still know how to paint a happy picture. I’m just saving it for the year when your mother finally forgives me.”

There’s A Story Out There That Destroys The Mind Of Anyone Who Reads It

“What did you read?” I asked my brother, needing an excuse to look away.

Confessions Of A Hospice Worker

I am not dead. Can you hear me?

You Don’t Have To Sell Your Soul To Become An Artist (Trust Me, I Used My Wife’s Instead)

Madness isn’t usually loud like it’s portrayed on the screen. It’s not bright either — no supernova of unfettered emotion or physical deformity to hint at the rot inside.

Most People Think Lilly Is Missing, But Alexa Knows Where She Is

“Is your daughter…?” Dave began.

Are You Happy Now?

I hate how much sense he made at the time. I hate how easily I let it go.

In The Words Of My Daughter’s Twin, ‘You Can’t Hurt Someone Who’s Already Dead’

“It’s okay, mom. I know she died.”

Here’s Everything You Need To Know About ‘Break Her,’ The New Game You’ll Wish You Never Heard Of

“Come on, man. It’s just a game. So what’s the deal?”

My Family Went Camping And It Took A Twisted Turn I Will Never Forget

I’m not proud of the fact that I ran, scrambling back up the roots to pull myself onto the surface. Some might call it cowardice, but I know the certainty in her voice and I trusted her more than I trusted myself at that moment. Even above the ground, I could still feel the silent scream, so low and powerful that my entire body vibrated.