American Horror Story

St. Elmo’s Church stands as a rotting relic in a forsaken Southern town, its walls crumbling under the weight of

The drifter’s rusted pickup rolled to a stop in the gravel lot of the motel, its tires crunching against the

In the tranquil sprawl of 1950s suburbia, where manicured lawns and pastel houses lined streets bathed in the soft glow

In the gray sprawl of a dying Midwestern town, where cornfields stretched into a horizon choked with dust, a farmer

The wind carried a chill through the empty streets, whistling softly between the flickering streetlights. The city had always felt

Claire had taken countless babysitting jobs before, but something about this house unsettled her. The child, Emily, was quiet, almost

It was supposed to be a typical night. Mia lay on her bed, her phone resting on her stomach, the

The town of Hollow Pines had always been quiet, the kind of place where people left their doors unlocked at

Nathan Carter had spent years as a late-night DJ, accustomed to the eerie stillness of the empty radio station. The

James Carter arrived at the apartment just after sunset, his car weighed down with boxes and suitcases. The building stood

The dense forest loomed over the small village, a place that had always been both a source of life and

Jake had always been drawn to music, his fingers dancing effortlessly across the keys of a piano since he was

Jake had always been drawn to the solitude of the sea. The lighthouse, with its towering stone structure and unyielding