"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

Welcome to Spooktober

As the leaves turn crisp and the nights grow longer, the Gothic community prepares for its favorite season: Spooktober. October isn’t just another month on the calendar — filled with chestnuts and mushrooms and pumpkin — but a countdown to Halloween.

Spooktober is a tradition, a ritual of sorts: thirty-one days of eerie delights, unsettling tales, and the thrill of the uncanny. It’s about immersing ourselves in the strange, the gothic, and the ghostly, building anticipation one story at a time until All Hallows’ Eve finally arrives. It used to be stronger back when Twitter was a thing, so now everyone celebrates where they ended up after the diaspora (Tumblr, Instagram, Bluesky).

This year as many other years before, we’re embracing the spirit of Spooktober here on the blog. Every single day in October, we’ll publish a short story in the spirit of the season.

So light a candle, draw the curtains, and join us in celebrating Spooktober. The countdown begins today,
and the first story is waiting just around the corner.

Spooktober

Spooktober 29 – The Black Monk (4)

Chapter 7 One long winter night Kovrin was lying in bed, reading a French novel. Poor Tanya, who had headaches in the evenings from living in town, to which she was not accustomed, had been asleep a long while, and, from time to time, articulated

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Hey, teacher, leave the bumblebee alone

Every few months it comes back. A pencil drawing of a bee, a quote in a serif font, and different authorities invoked as the source: aerodynamically speaking, the bee cannot fly, but it doesn’t know that, so it flies anyway. It gets shared and liked,

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Spooktober 28 – The Black Monk (3)

Chapter 5 Glad that he had been so successful in the part of peacemaker, Kovrin went into the park. Sitting on a garden seat, thinking, he heard the rattle of a carriage and a feminine laugh — visitors were arriving. When the shades of evening

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