M. Anne Avera

M. Anne Avera

M. Anne Avera is the Chief Editor of The Dread and a lover of all things horror.
20
Nov
November 2025

November 2025

“Alone. Yes, that's the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't
42 min read
12
Nov
FEATURE: “The Haunting of Piedras Blancas” by DC Diamondopolous

FEATURE: “The Haunting of Piedras Blancas” by DC Diamondopolous

story first appeared in Antarctica There is no end to my love for Jemjasee. I pace the ragged cliffs, searching
5 min read
05
Nov
FEATURE: “Simon Says” by John Mark King

FEATURE: “Simon Says” by John Mark King

Six months after I strangled my wife and buried her under the compost pile in our  backyard, I saw a
17 min read
28
Oct

FEATURE: “Burnt Toast” by Barbara Kivowitz

She woke up to an empty bed and the metallic smell of burnt toast. Like a living creature, the odor
2 min read
23
Oct
October 2025: Horror in the Mundane

October 2025: Horror in the Mundane

"No new horror can be more terrible than the daily torture of the commonplace." -H.P. Lovecraft "
47 min read
20
Oct
FEATURE: “Chester” by Elizabeth Powers

FEATURE: “Chester” by Elizabeth Powers

Dead things hang from every wall, in almost every room. They even stare down from the walls of the dining
4 min read
16
Oct
FEATURE: "The Red Wheelbarr..." by Anita Dime

FEATURE: "The Red Wheelbarr..." by Anita Dime

No. More like I depend on my red four-wheeler to get me here to there, and the only glazing over
1 min read
07
Oct
FEATURE: “The Other Side” by Saint-Lazare

FEATURE: “The Other Side” by Saint-Lazare

It was one of those days at the shop. As if a gust of wind had pushed them all inside.
9 min read
02
Oct
FEATURE: “Something in the Way” by Gale Huxley

FEATURE: “Something in the Way” by Gale Huxley

There was something in the way.  It had been like this for a long time—one year and three days.
5 min read
24
Sep
POETRY FEATURE: “Garden of Earthly Frights” by Julietta Bekker

POETRY FEATURE: “Garden of Earthly Frights” by Julietta Bekker

Am I no more than a bloomed fever hours unchecked, a wilted promise, small as petals on a child’s
1 min read