Horror Short Dramas

Our clan worships the Spider Goddess. To keep this face, every girl in our bloodline must sacrifice a truly evil man every ten years. Just two weeks before my twentieth birthday, my mom asked me again over the phone: "Sweetie, is it really that hard to find a sufficiently bad guy in a place like Ashfield?" Right now, I’m looking at my boyfriend, who just handcuffed me to a bed. He’s laughing, negotiating a price with a buyer, thinking I’m tonight’s merchandise. I think to myself— *Mom, I can answer your question now. This guy’s wickedness easily rivals your husband's—my father.*

When my roommate Sutton woke up from a wet dream, she was literally glowing. She claimed it was the most mind-blowing romantic experience of her life—the man’s silhouette, his scent, his body heat felt impossibly real. Even crazier? When she checked her phone, there was a strange new number saved in her contacts. It belonged to the man from her dream. While the rest of us shrieked about destiny, our moody roommate Jessamine just stared at the screen and dropped a chilling warning: "Things that come looking for you in dreams should stay buried." We all wrote her off as a jealous freak. That is, until I started noticing Sutton’s face growing more haggard by the day—and the fact that her "perfect boyfriend" refused to speak a single word to her.