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Janette is crouched behind a red Volvo; poised ready to strike, her last strike. Her Care Bears mask hides blood encrusted scratches.
In this town Janette will take the final soul. Six cars away, a woman crams two pumpkins into the already overloaded trunk of her car. She has her back to her daughter who sits in the seat of the shopping cart. The girl chews and spits out each bite of apple she takes. She suddenly stops to point at the pumpkins that swirl above her mother’s head like…Continue
Blood, sticky and wet, ran down her legs as she ran towards her home. The feeling of the substance was foreign and a little scary. A girl her age usually didn't have to deal with this coming of age experience, yet she had, and now needed her mother to tell her what to do.
She tried to clean the blood up with her skirts wondering why there was so much of it, but it just made a bigger mess. She fell one time as she ran from the woods to her home cutting her hand on a rock, and fighting…Continue
Added by Emily Walker on October 30, 2013 at 22:40 — No Comments
Emily blew the candles out. It was time to make a wish. She closed her eyes and thought hard.
"You're too old for birthday wishes," said Michael. "They're for babies. They never come true."
Emily thought back over her previous fifteen birthdays, all of which had taken place on Halloween. Her brother was right but this year it would be different. …Continue
My Dead Friend (249 words)
“You’re dead” I tell my friend “I went to your funeral last week”.
“Yeah I know”.
She looks remarkably healthy. No sign of rigor mortis or things decomposing. She sits
at the kitchen table, tapping her fingers on the Formica top. She always hated the
fifties look of my kitchen, reminds her of her dead grandmother.
“How is your Gran?”
She raises her eyebrows. I feel a…Continue
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By David Shakes
Added by Shakes on October 29, 2013 at 18:30 — No Comments
By David Shakes
Added by Shakes on October 29, 2013 at 18:00 — No Comments
Ballerinas don't cry
He knew what he had done was wrong. "Hush now little one,' he whispered, as he stroked her blonde curls. He scraped her wet tendrils of hair, now clumped to her moist eyelashes, with his black encrusted fingernail, leaving a dark stain of forbidden on her cheek. Her wails had turned to hiccups and then replaced with gasps that sounded like liquid being sucked in through her nose. "That's it pretty ballerina,…Continue
Added by Tammy Fox on October 28, 2013 at 3:06 — No Comments
In the moments before, seconds, I feel it like a body blow. My balance is swept away like wave and then I sense its presence. Like a thing waiting for my most unsuspecting moment. It looms like the shadow of an unseen monster, huge and dark. Like a thing that wants to devour, a nemesis with tendrils and claws and teeth stretched out towards…Continue
Added by nino ferino on October 27, 2013 at 23:24 — No Comments
The train rattles steel underpinned by wooden sleepers. It sends the weary off to rest for a moment, in another place. Eve's dream startles her awake and she rubs her eyes quickly to remove it's lingering bloody torment - grotesque visions too much for a young heart. A massive engine slows as they near the cemetery gates. It's huge terminus towers and shades the carriages. Hard stone angels judge and trumpets hail as they pass, making promises of peace and…Continue
“Normally, as a part of marriage counseling, it’s best if both spouses are present.”
“Frank’s here, Doctor Ling. It’s just that he’s. . . .” Rachael glanced down at her wedding ring and took a deep breath, “It’s just that he’s been dead about a year now.” Dr. Ling frowned.
“Oh?” Rachael nodded.
“Please, I’m not insane, Doctor. This is real. Frank returned almost immediately after the accident, and it was okay. At first. Devin doesn't know that I can see him, too, so…Continue
Sam was going to be angry when he got home, but he didn't understand what it was like with the noise. That thumping, sliding, grumbling racket living in the floor dogged by day and wailed by night. Marcy couldn't take feeling its fear anymore. She had to find it.
Having crept inside her husband's office she glanced out the window. The truck was still gone. Under the rug, there were stickers about the size of bricks with weird symbols on them. They taped down a 3x3 foot square…Continue
Added by Angie_Fayre on October 21, 2013 at 22:43 — No Comments
Harry tugged frantically at the pumpkin they'd chosen, sending his hands deep into the soil to free it from the rambling vines to which it was anchored. Davy was keeping watch, casting anxious looks back at the porch, knowing that at any minute they might be discovered by Mr Ahriman.
Getting ready to submit this one to some micro fiction markets. Thoughts and comments are greatly appreciated. Thanks.
Holy Communion (99 words)
The boxcar was their church, a hidden place they went to beg forgiveness and take communion on Sunday. Mommy said she’d found Jesus, and showed them his license to prove it. He stared down at them from the cross, mumbling words they didn’t understand. Mommy carved six strips of eucharist, one for each of them, and arranged the holy…Continue
Added by Lady Hazmat on October 17, 2013 at 12:00 — No Comments
‘Just a bit more Kenchi, just a few feet further, come on.’
It was Halloween’s Day, but Kenchi is not bothered to celebrate it like he used to. His pace quickened inside the thick misted forest. The lights failed to seep through the dense forest which made it darker than usual. Kenchi couldn’t see but that’s not stopping him.
In fact, his trepidations were growing in leaps and bound, but his feet kept moving on their own accord.
A silent tear trickled along his…Continue
“Oh Vicar, I’m so glad to see you, I’m at my wits end. Please come in.”
“You said something about an evil spirit Mrs. Watts. I’ve bought all my stuff with me for an exorcism, we’ll soon get rid of the little blighter.”
“If you could Vicar that would be wonderful. I’ve been trying to get shot of the bugger for years. At first I used to just ignore him but his wailing and moaning has got so bad recently I’m hardly sleeping.”
“So you can actually see him then Mrs. Watts,…Continue
By Kerry G.S. Lipp
Every now and then when I’m lying in bed, my brain starts doing weird shit like asking, “What happens when you die?”
I never have an answer. Of all the things me and my brain have been through it just never seems satisfied.
“But what do you think happens?” it asks again.
“Like I told you before, how the fuck am I supposed to know?” I answer.
“But, I’m curious,”…Continue
Added by Kerry GiantSquid Lipp on October 15, 2013 at 13:45 — No Comments
Submit to Me
By Kerry G.S. Lipp
After a few months of submitting horror stories I realized just how stupid and desperate writers are, so I became a publisher. Most writers don’t care about your reputation. They just want to get published. When I realized that, I quit writing and I started my own press.
When submissions opened, I got flooded with stories. A lot of them were good. Creative. Nasty. Pure horror. …Continue