Folk Horror

Folk horror is a subgenre of horror fiction that uses elements of folklore to invoke fear and foreboding. Typical elements include a rural setting, isolation, and themes of superstition, folk religion, paganism, sacrifice and the dark aspects of nature. Folk horror usually focuses on the beliefs and actions of people rather than the supernatural, and often deals with naïve outsiders coming up against these.

Starve Acre
Harvest Home
The Ritual
Slewfoot: A Tale of Bewitchery
The Twisted Ones
The Reddening
The Loney
The Only Good Indians (The Only Good Indians, #1)
Cunning Folk
Withered Hill
Ghost Wall
Wylding Hall
Devil's Day
Pine
The Fiends in the Furrows: An Anthology of Folk Horror
Hillbilly Gospel-Volume 2 by Jeffery CrouchNight Life by Alba V. SarriaMy Lord by L.B. ShimairaShades of Murder by Charlie HudsonAmerican Survivor by Debbie Hightower
Chartreuse Horror
23 books — 8 voters
Harvest Home by Thomas TryonCollected Ghost Stories by M.R. JamesThe Willows by Algernon BlackwoodThe White People and Other Weird Stories by Arthur MachenWylding Hall by Elizabeth Hand
Folk Horror
381 books — 170 voters

The White People and Other Weird Stories by Arthur MachenStag Boy by William RaynerThe Old Weird Albion by Justin HopperGhostland by Edward ParnellEngland on Fire by Stephen Ellcock
Psychick Albion
75 books — 5 voters

Children of the Corn by Stephen  KingThe Lottery by Shirley JacksonTurner by Karl DrinkwaterRed Shift by Alan GarnerThe Wendigo by Algernon Blackwood
Folk Horror And The Old Ways
40 books — 9 voters
The Crow Folk by Mark  StayYaxley's Cat by Robert WestallThe Giant Under the Snow by John  GordonThe Owl Service by Alan GarnerThe Dark Is Rising by Susan Cooper
Folk Horror Junior
101 books — 24 voters

Dr. Watson
I am the trees and the flowers you step on. Iam the earth you walk on, the water you drink, the animals you kill. I am the mountains and the never-ending sea. I am here and everywhere else, now and forever. I am Everything.
Dr. Watson, When the Spring Comes

Mutilated rats scurried through the hall, darting between and over my Converses. They rushed toward a dead cat, which dragged its eyeball-less face across the laminate floor. Its phlegmy meow was drowned out by the wet squeaks of the dead rats as they swarmed it like a nest of ants. In a gruesome display of savagery, one of the larger rats ran off with the cat’s tail in its mouth while the others tore the rest of the body apart.
AW Rene

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