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.

Welcome to another year celebrating horror and dark fantasy fiction! We’re excited to scare, unsettle, nauseate, amuse, and depress you—because we believe in the power of horror to do all of those things. It’s truly a genre for everyone and every palate, the perfect realm to explore all the complicated, dark facets of the human condition.

The horror genre is often defined by its use of terror, suspense, gruesomeness, and mounting dread. These are important tools in a horror writer’s toolbox, and none is more important or useful than any of the others. I didn’t set out to celebrate dread in this issue . . .

November inspires me to bring out the fuzzy blankets and all my favorite comfort reads, like the fantasy novels that inspired me to get into writing in the first place (Pamela Dean and Charles L. Grant, I am looking at you). Which is why I’m extremely glad that way, way back in the spring, I decided to make November our first-ever all dark fantasy issue.

These stories are beautiful, well-written pieces that shout about the way our society has simply stopped caring about certain populations of people. As allegories both delightful and painful to read, they do the kind of work that only speculative fiction can do, and I am honored to present them to you.

I don’t need to dig into Lovecraft’s backstory. If you don’t know that he’s a deeply racist person who let his problematic ideas bleed cruelty all over the horror genre, you’ve either been asleep for a few decades or you just started reading this stuff.