November is the month Nightmare goes all-out celebrating dark fantasy. That’s right, it’s our annual all-dark-fantasy issue, but don’t worry: just because it’s extra magical doesn’t mean it’s not horrifying.

Halloween is the perfect time to try on your dark side for a few hours. In honor of the holiday, this month’s issue is all about our dark sides. It’s packed with eerie doubles, demons, and devils, all stand-ins for our worst impulses and unrestrained ids.

I have no doubt that if you’re reading this editorial, you are one of us Halloween People. Well, congratulations. You’ve made it through summer and now October shines ahead of you with only the sweet-smelling barrier of school supply sales separating you from all things dark and pumpkin-y.

There are no holidays in the month of August, and everyone is glad to see its back. But not this year, damn it. This year, we’re making August fun! We’ve rounded up the most electric work, the kinds of stories and poetry that can keep your swamp cooler going.

I can’t explain or even begin to fathom the tangled mess of -isms afflicting my nation and my planet. I am a writer and editor of speculative fiction and what I know, what I deeply and profoundly know, is that none of this had to happen this way. That there can and ought to be other worlds than this.

The night hag or “sleep paralysis demon” is such a common experience it gave birth to the term “nightmare.” Every society generates its own terrors, but the shadowy figure is universal.

Welcome to Issue #140 of Nightmare Magazine! It’s May, the most flowery month of the year, and here at Nightmare, we’re seeing the blooms springing up everywhere—horror blooms, of course! We’ve been having a terrific spring.

Welcome to Issue #139 of Nightmare Magazine! And happy April, a month so delightful Shakespeare was both born and died in it. I like to think that if Shakespeare was working in 2024, he would be writing horror—after all, the genre is full of witches, ghosts, murder, and double-crosses, some of his favorite material.

Sometimes people just suck. Let me clarify. Lest you think I’ve been mainlining cable news or perhaps just reading a lot of Sartre (who hurt you, Jean-Paul, to make you say, “Hell is other people”?), I mostly believe in human goodness and expect the best from people. But I think we can all agree that when people decide to be mean, it hurts like nothing else.

I don’t know what your local grocery store looks like this month, but when February rolls around, the Safeway up the street from my house nearly bursts open with pink stuffed animals, pink boxes of candy, pink accessories, and pink baked goods.