Welcome to our 2018 50 Word Horror Story Halloween Contest! Here is our BIGGEST contest this year. You know how much we love Halloween, and instead of giving you promotional money, we are giving out hard cash. We’ve decided to change the monetary prize to the 50 word contest. In the past our 500 word contest would carry a promotion prize, and publication, but honestly we didn’t get the amount of submissions we wanted. This year, we want it right here on this page. We are giving out 500$ to the winner of this contest! The deadline is October 28, 2018. We will announce the winners on Halloween Night in our movie and chat. There will be a 2nd and 3rd place winner, but there is no money given for those positions.
Here are the rules of our contest
Stories:
- Must be high quality horror stories
- Must be 50 words or under
- Must be a complete story
- Have to be in before our deadline.
- Deadline is October 28, 2018
- Enter as many stories as you like!
- Post your story in the comments below.
- Scariest Story Wins
We will announce the winners in a movie chat night, like every Halloween.
What you win:
- Your story will be placed on a tile and shared on our social networks
- You will get a winning announcement post with links to your books and/or website
- You will win $500 cash.
We hope to also do a print issue this year, but no promises, we’ve had a lot of trouble with this in the past. We want your best 50 word horror story! POST THEM BELOW DO NOT SEND EMAILS.
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The thing I remember clearly was his cheshire cat grin and foul breath; the rest is bits and pieces.
I passed out, and when I awoke, I was surrounded by the severed pieces of my flesh that he discarded before he left. I am lucky to be alive.
They come from the sky; dark wings on their backs, rows of sharp teeth, eyes like black holes. They tell us they are angels – sent by God himself – and recite the prayers of humanity like silly nursery rhymes. The end has finally come, and the churches are empty.
Flicker off, flicker on. That old streetlight never worked correctly. It drove my father crazy. One night, I stood at the window and watched him pick up a rock from the garden. He walked over to the lamppost, drew his arm back, and –
Flicker off, flicker on –
He was gone.
“You are not here”, the older sister says closing her eyes. “Oh yes I am”, the younger sister says.. “just open your eyes. You can’t get rid of me like that, pretending I’m not here””. “I don’t know about that”, the older sister says; “you’re gone”. Her eyes have opened.
Her dog has not stopped whimpering since we buried Mom a week ago. It’s become our soundtrack, the music of our grief. “Hey” Cindy said suddenly,. “Listen, she stopped.. Her tail is wagging”. The doorbell’s ringing now. The dog is leaping in the air. Who’s going to open the door?”
“Dr. Stevens can’t do your extraction today; he had an emergency,” the dental hygienist explains. Dr .Parkman will substitute”. “You can return If you’re willing to pay twice,” Dr. Stevens wouldn’t trust someone incompetent. I’m in the chair when Dr. Parkman comes in. He has hooks like in Peter Pan..
Craig’s blindfolded when something warm and smelling faintly of sulfur touches his lips. He jerks his head back; the other boys laugh. “Just a bite,” someone – Garrett? – says, while someone else grips his head to hold it still. Fingers successfully pry open his jaw. “Welcome to initiation.”
“Brotherhood”
I put the card in and the ATM machine spits it out. When I pick it up off the ground it’s wet with something that feels like a burning acid. I try again and it ejects so hard it knocks me down. “Don’t try that again” the machine says “ever”.
She was a substitute teacher for the 7th grade class and wrote her name on the blackboard, “Make sure I don’t have to write your name on the board”, she said. Bill Tyler snickered. “Or what?”, he said. She wrote his name on the blackboard. He started screaming then was still.
How does a feeling never die? Your nerves are on fire as unendurable pain races through your arms and legs. Broken bones and battered limbs are helpless to defend you and mobility is nonexistent. Your mind wants you to succumb to darkness before the knife your killer has makes you.
Strange. I feel no pain. Should I? I cannot remember. I open my eyes (diamonds, he called them). My vision is obstructed. I try to move. Trapped. I cannot fly if my wings are bound. Panic grows. Where am I? I remember. I should have never walked into his parlor.
The baby’s crying again. I hold her close; her soft skin against my breast, pale pink fingers on my chin, touching my lips.
I can’t resist.
The baby’s crying, louder still. I hold her closer, mumbling a lullaby through another mouthful of tender flesh.
Scream
She didn’t see him in the dark. Or hear his footsteps. Or feel his eyes on her back. The surprise made it even better.
He licked his sharp teeth and attacked. She froze. She didn’t scream.
He let her go. He liked it when they screamed.
Now for someone else.
“The Heritage”
When she hears its bones creaking, she knows that it moves. Sometimes, she doesn’t hear anything at all. Her parents have mastered it, though. They command, and it obeys. They frighten her because they make her frightened of herself. Then one day, she finds blood on her hands…
The Overlord
The walking erect cats had opened the cages of all the great cats at all the zoos private and public, in town. Some of the lions, tigers and leopards were standing erect. The cheetahs were sleeping on the bodies of the attendants. The one called Bast seemed pleased.
“If ever anyone acts funny, call me,” Mom said when she gave me my phone. But when I got on the school bus it was too late. There was a smoking pile of phones on the floor. “Sit down”, the driver said. I realized he wasn’t our regular driver.
“Why can’t Mommy sleep?” Sonja asked. “I guess she has bad dreams”, Daddy said. “Can’t we make her have better dreams?” “We could if I left”, Daddy said “she’s afraid I’m going to kill her while she’s sleeping”. “Will you?” Sonja asked. “I might” Daddy said, “I just might”.
Scratch scratch.
“I hear you, dog”
Scratch scratch.
“Just a second!”
Scratch scratch.
I lay the book open beside me on the bed.
Scratch scratch.
“You have just shredded the foot of my bed with your ‘pick me up’ scratches every night, haven’t you”.
He is warm laying beside me.
…Scratch scratch.
“You’d look better if you’d get your teeth fixed” I told my brother Rick. “Yeah but I like it when people ask ‘how did the other guy look’?” “How did he look?” Rick kept getting in bar fights. “He looked dead” Rick said and I believed him. I really did.
I was uneasy having an operation on the anniversary of daddy’s death, but our doctor said I needed it. Things seemed to be going well as I woke from the anesthetic. Oddly, Dr. Jones was cooking something on the stove. Then I felt my abdomen and it was completely empty.
CELLIBRATING
In a claustrophobic basement cell prepared for intimate torture sessions, one specially selected victim won’t survive Halloween night. Ropes, gags, blindfolds, handcuffs, a chainsaw and scalpels lay nearby. A steel operating table, with tie-down straps, awaits the next pitiful human sacrifice to be carefully selected from those who never volunteer.
On the night of halloween, A boy named Jason was running away from something. That something almost resembled his best friend if it weren’t for its glowing eyes. When the clock strikes midnight, The figure transformed into a horrifying form with fangs, claws and rotten meat, running in the darkness.
“No, mamma. I don’t wanna wear it.”
He backed away slowly, despite asking for this costume specifically.
“Maybe it’s too scratchy for a three year old,” she thought. Still confused, she winced as the rash began to grow up her arm.
Her son watched quietly as her lips turned blue.
When I was a child, a woman would visit. She wore black and was as tall as my bedroom door. Terrified, mother told me the woman was evil. Mom said, she was a demon. Then finally, I killed mother. Why…? Because mommy’s eyes didn’t glow like the ours did.
She dons a ghostly gown and floats.
The attic disappears.
She drifts.
The sidewalk lies below.
She is pulled.
The night is dark, and bodies sleep, but windows await.
The cursed homes expect her.
Upon the first, she shrieks.
Its occupants awaken.
The banshee has wailed her warning.
Death beckons.
Her husband’s snoring but she lies awake listening, to crescendos of howling winds. There’s persistent scratching on sliding door. She jumps up to let cat in.
Racoons swarm inside. She’s surrounded!
Outside, cat lies in pool of blood, shredded to pieces.
They’re closing in!
She screams!
She’s pulled down!
Rip!
Crunch!
Darkness surrounds. It is impenetrable.
No one’s presence accompanies.
I descend further. Deeper still.
My cries are stifled.
Am I buried?
My insides shriek.
Am I sinking?
The blackness seems hopelessly infinite.
Has space consumed me?
And then the worst fear yet:
Is this Hell?
I descend further. Deeper still.
I was kissing the most beautiful woman in the world, when she melted into thin air. I tried to open my eyes, but they weren’t there. I could hear me yelling: “Help!” but the cry came from down the street. How was I talking? Where did she go?
She storms out the door, angry and starts the long drive home. Dense fog and blurred vision hide the dark, twisting, mountain road. Is she flying? Yes, over the embankment, flipping, crashing into boulders. Her head goes through windshield. Squashed body’s, trapped. She tastes blood. Wolves growl, licking their lips.
Fight ensued between Jide and his two younger siblings over inheritance of their late father’s property. Their mother was powerless to pacify them. Jide picked machete and cut his brothers to death. Police arrested him. He rotted in jail. Now he boasted of killing his siblings over the property.
“Is that supposed to scare me?”
“YES! I’m trying to save your life- to save the world.”
“If you found the deadliest weapon ever created, what did you do with it?”
Men begin screaming in the next room.
“I married her. Now it’s too late for you… she’s here.”
I just wanted to say that this sounds like a line that would be found on the show Agents Of S.H.I.E.L.D and I love that show so I really like this story!
Title for the 50 Word Anthology: RETIRED
The Jikan-Tsunawatari shattered when it hit the floor.
“You damaged the amulet! The only way back to our proper timeline!”
The creature’s prehensile pedipalp snatched Kitomi from the glowing circle.
The Jikan-Tsunawatari shattered when it hit the floor.
“You damaged the amulet! The only way back to our proper timeline!”
Title for the 50 Word Anthology: TIGHTROPE THROUGH HELL
“Unfortunately”, the doctor said, “this new medication may have side effects but it’s the only thing that works against that bug you picked up overseas.” I didn’t care. I couldn’t take the pain anymore. Once home I swallowed two. Immediately the pain subsided. But when I looked in the mirror…
We won the expensive massage chair at the church auction. What a bargain! We flipped a coin to see who’d get to use it first. Sarah won. With a big smile she climbed in the chair, put her feet up and pressed the “On” button. “Sarah?” She was gone….
Be careful what you wish for. We had an amicable divorce going except for the custody battle over our champion rare Australian Shepherd pups.We’d gotten them in a last ditch effort to save the marriage.. I won but when I brought them home, they went for my throat…
I wake up, startled by a sound outside my front door. Through the peephole, I look into an empty corridor. The doorknob rattles again. A crouching human form stands up, and the door melts. Another me enters the room, skin glowing and fangs ready to devour.
Punishment? I, thief? At twelve?
“Mother, no!”
Cellar door locked.
Starving rats cackled.
“Nibble my toe cheese.”
Comrades, conjoined.
Untold hours passed.
Cold, dazed, angered, flesh-thirsty, we missioned.
Door cracked open.
Leaping stairs, hurdling me, knocking her down, munching meat.
Blood dripped like raindrops
Washing my baby face.
The Watchman
He hated nights like this, cold, moonless, the stones rising eerily through the low fog. Only the rustling of the wind broke the silence as he waited and listened. In the distance, a new sound, not the wind. A bell, and the desperate ringing of some poor soul buried alive.
An old lady met me with a cookie tray in her frail hands. Her smile contorted with skin that bubbled into a sickly gray. She cackled as she grabbed my throat and shoved them into my mouth. I expanded and wheezed until I burst into confetti. The kids around applauded.
“Holiday Weekend”
Lydia dangles her feet above the water. Too cold to swim – that’s what Daddy would’ve said.
“But Daddy isn’t here right now,” she says softly, swinging her tight-clad legs. The water laps against the dock, a severed arm bobbing gently on the lake’s surface, its fingers outstretched, beckoning.
“A Bright Sunny Day”
I’ve never seen the sun so bright. I can see every leaf, every acorn on this ancient tree, every knot on the creaking bough where the trough rope tapers straight down to–
As the sun begins to fade, I feel…surprised.
I didn’t feel a thing.
”The Stalker”
I come home with no one in sight. I go to my room reading a comic when i see a stranger looking through binoculars next to my house.
I grab my phone but as soon as i try to call the cops.
He is right next to me.
Her sight went red . Blood poured down Her face. She looked into his eyes and with one final blow she was gone.
He has watched her take her first breath. He has watched her take her last.
The day of the Offering has come. He can finally die in peace.
New Zombie
Waiting in the fog.
Grabbing victims,
as you step from the gloom.
Their brains are what you consume.
It’s a witch’s curse.
As a young punk, you snatched
the wrong ladies purse.
Opening her purse sealed your doom.
You’re the victim
stepping from the gloom.
A new Zombie.
As a murderous cloud slowly strangles the moonlight a mystical wind meanders through the fields rattling corn stalk like the bones of forgotten prisoners and spinning the arms of sleeping scarecrows, throwing them violently to the ground…until slowly they rise, plodding wearily toward the sleepy village of tasty children.
We came home from our hike in the crisp fall air absolutely starving. Angie couldn’t come because of her accident but she said she’d have dinner ready. The aroma of fresh pasta with tomato sauce filled the air. We fell on the food. Wait–was that tomato sauce?
“Revenge tattoos are not a good idea” the tattooist advised after hearing Carol’s tale of her breakup. “I’m paying”, Carol said. It was not easy but he executed it perfectly on her hand so that the terrifying image showed when she made a fist.. People began to avoid Carol.
Pat said it was something she’d been tasked to do to get into the sorority. She went around collecting clipped fingernails from the girls on her floor in the dorm. The ones that didn’t give her any were glad afterwards. It turns out she wasn’t pledging a sorority…
“I’m leaving” Tom said. “They need more First Responders to find the bodies”. It had been a cataclysmic storm. I didn’t try to stop him but I knew what he would do with the bodies every chance he got when nobody was looking. People would think he was a hero.
Creepy
She knew she was being rather childish in getting so angry. All Roy had said was that she might want to lose a few pounds before Thanksgiving. So when she put the Super Glue in his bowling ball, she never imagined it would have such serious and gruesome consequences…
Red is such a beautiful color. There’s a reason it’s first in the rainbow. The color of love. Roses, strawberries, ladybugs. All such an enchanting color. I’ve seen many shades of red and they’re all gorgeous, but I think my favorite is the one that drips from your neck.
What kind of sicko puts quicksand on his porch? He’s grinning by the door in a cheap red devil suit, a glittering mound of candy at his feet. My brother yanks his hand out of mine and disappears. The music gets louder … or are those distorted guitars screams?
Gavin screamed like a girl, when my fangs dug deep into the side of his neck and he fell asleep. Another victory for me. Soon he would rise and join my pack of vampire elites. Our mission – to change the lives of the wealthy into total deadbeats, before Halloween’s midnight.
I can’t breathe. It’s too dark to see anything. I try pushing against the weight on my chest. It moves, sifts all around me. I gasp, and grainy particles fill my mouth. Gagging and crying, I claw at the dirt, desperate for air. For light. For life.
Kylee woke from her nightmare screaming.
In the movies a parent is almost immediately through the door to comfort their child. In real life it takes longer. It had been too long. Kylee sat in the dark, in her bed, sobbing. Still no parents came.
It had eaten them first.
I really like this one! ? Great job!
Title for the 50 Word Anthology: WAITING
The dark clouds gathered as I glanced over to see the clouds form faces. I downloaded a phone app to read clouds. As I scanned the sky,, an image appeared saying your world cannot be detected. The faces gathered around me and I was lifted into the spam folder.
Mariam step on diced human flesh as she ran for her dear life.It was in her eye that her parent was slaughtered in cold blood by the marauders who came to claimed their farmland.
The roof of the house she hide herself dripped blood.She was killed by the bomb beside.
He had been done with College.Attended many job interview.
He had never for once been offered an employment.He got himself enlisted into the Army.
He never knew his father was the militant leader he killed in his first war front. The straigh bullets of his fellow warman killed him untimely.
Dele was alone in his room last night.
He heard voices begging for help.
A dream was what he called it!.
It was the voices of his parent and his siblings.
They suffocated from the exhaust of their electricity generator.
He woke at dawn and find them lifeless.
He fainted.
When I was a baby I was in a swing and my mommy was pushing me. My older sister started to cry so my mommy went to her. A man came and took me and put me down a pipe. My mom came back and she screamed.
His back against the statue of Graye Marshal, he’d make humanitiy’s last stand… and lose.
Graye was trained. Like his brethren, he was the last. A century ago, he slew the beasts and breathed his last.
They didn’t think they’d need to train another Knyte.
Now the world is doomed.
I was waking in a grave yard looking for my moms grave. i found it in a dark corner with a tree over my moms grave looking like it would fall. i felt something on my shoulder i turned around and bam i was lying dead on the floor
The ob-gyn asked about my weekend. Congenial. Inserting the speculum, he asked about it again. The nurse left. As he opened the device wider and wider, he kept repeating himself, oblivious to my screams of the word “horrible” as I was less and less,
It wasn’t that late but, as my parents always said, resignedly, I was prone to drama. So I ran toward the older, well-dressed couple to avoid being alone. When they turned, the not-so-old man winked before injecting me, and the woman’s mouth was sewn shut.
Eeeewwww
I’m that blur your eyes caught in that dark alley, that disturbing noise in your closet at night, that hellish being in your dreams with features you can’t comprehend , feed me your fears and soon your agony will be what drives me to pleasure in tears.
“There’s nothing to be afraid of in the woods,” our Girl Scout leader said. Nature is kind. If you have the right information you can handle any creature”. We followed her down the trail, the air rich with the smell of pines. But we didn’t have the right information about her.
Creeptacular! ???
The Jack O’ Lantern wanted to see on Halloween. So, Jenny carved out her son’s eyes. Next, he demanded a body. Meticulously, she beheaded her husband. Inside her bedroom, he stared enviously at Jenny’s beautiful body. He whispered,” I don’t want to be Jack anymore. I want to be Jaclyn.’
Halloween night evil returned in the guise of a shadowy raven. Every ten years evil descended into town. The raven’s razor- sharp talons painted a bloody carnarge upon a human canvas of innocent souls. A decade later a new raven returned on Halloween seeking another child to take its place.
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Knock. Wait. Knock, knock.
A creak, and a crack of light. ‘Yes?’
‘Trick or treat?’
‘Let me think. I’ll have both please.’
‘You have to choose.’
A bed-sheet is thrown over each child. They’re shuffled around and then revealed. One of them is missing.
‘Thank you. My treat for later.’
Memorably creepy! ???
The empty house stands silent, its façade a grinning skull. Billy approaches – a Halloween dare – and we laugh as he turns to flee. The door snaps open and Billy… is gone.
Like smoke, he appears to stare vacantly out a darkened window.
He isn’t alone.
The empty house stands silent.
Wait! What’s happening? But mom had said that whenever you’re been chased in the dreams you simply wake up. It had worked the other day. Why isn’t it working now? I’m trying to wake up but can no longer feel my body. Am I …? It’s getting close, Help!!!
I held her hand in mine, trying to warm her cold fingers. “It was love at first touch,” I told her, grinning, reminiscing. “From the moment we first touched hands reaching for the same elevator.” Then I gave her hand a gentle kiss, and put it back in the freezer.
Her lips twisted into a malicious grin as she raised a bloody knife into my view. Who would she kill next? My little brother down the hall or the babysitter asleep on the couch? Her grin grew at the thought as she walked away from the mirror’s reflection.
God had finally heard her prayers for a new family. The next morning the news broke of a couple who had been found dead mysteriously in their new home. On the floor, a newspaper from 1905 headlined, “Police Interview Deceased 4 Year Old Girl”
Her blood curdling screams would never be heard as the walls closed in on her. Alone in the damp cellar, she knew he would be back soon.
The rotting smell of the other decomposing bodies made her vomit, she knew she wouldn’t last much longer. What torture came next?
Footsteps.
Constance McMahon was an overgrown, uncoordinated, only child.
The bishop was absolutely furious that a child like that was being educated let alone making her holy sacraments. Her mother wasn’t happy about the attitude of the school, so she sued. A few weeks later, the bishop et al went missing…
Puss oozed from his festering wounds. With every breath, he felt his ribs crack.
He couldn’t die like this. WOULDN’T. If he could just make it to the road.
Clawing at the dirt below him he wondered if the rabid beast that attacked him would be back.
He lost consciousness.
She awakens to a stiffened neck and a blurred recollection of the events. She tries to stand up and finds that her ankle is shackled to the bed. She looks at the room around her and sees pictures of herself on the walls. Then she hears the heavy footsteps…
“Drone”
I feel them first as tickling on my ear. I’d swat them away, but my hands are pinned to my sides.
More land on my nose, my brow. Their buzzing drowns out my heavy breathing. I feel the first stings. Perhaps I cry out, but I can’t hear myself anymore.
October 14 2018 at 12:47 pm
Halloween night unable to sleep I got up and spied out the window seeing nothing but pointy-headed ghosts.
Bam! Flew open the door and in came a Russian Stack doll. One by one Puttin, Trump and Kim stepped out! Welcome to Cult America they Cackled! Blood boiling, I WOKE!
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Halloween night unable to sleep I got up and spied out the window seeing nothing but pointy-headed ghosts.
Bam! Flew open the door and in came a Russian Stack doll. One by one Puttin, Trump and Kim stepped out! Welcome to Cult America they Cackled! Blood boiling, I WOKE!
I was sleeping a day and feeling of death and feeling of death means how will be the life after death, how death comes, how everything ends one day. i wake up ralize death is a truth. it was the horrible experience.
Someone said I’d better turn on the tv. Bloodbath at the local high school. Kids pouring out the doors frantic cattle; some peppered or gushing blood. Cops, medics on the scene. Oh god my Son, Jacob! Was he dead? His face flashed on the screen. There’s the shooter someone said.
I couldn’t sleep because of the tapping sound that kept heard from the wall. When I turn on the light, I caught my sister sticking on it while patting the body of our father and mother that I nailed there yesterday. If only she could rest in piece.
Covetous hands stroking her thighs, sex and throat. Frigid touch burning her flesh. She struggled to awaken. Her eyes adjusting to the moonlight she saw the incubus leering, eyes torrid coals, putrid tongue lapping at her breasts. Screaming she became a prisoner whilst he took over her body and soul.
Covetous hands stroking her thighs, sex and throat. Frigid touch burning her flesh. She struggled to awaken. Her eyes adjusting to the moonlight she saw the incubus leering, eyes torrid coals, putrid tongue lapping at her breasts. Screaming she became a prisoner whilst he impishly desecrated her body and soul.
My son won’t stop whining, he want to eat more liver that I cooked for him yesterday. Too bad, he only has one brother.
I found two skeletons from the walls of grandmother’s house that being renovated. It shocked me, but I relieved at the same time. At least now I know why my father and mother never come home.
I jolt awake by the banging sound from my closet, looking over I was shocked by my headless sister who keeps banging herself to my closet door before stumbling back and do it all over again. Shit. How in the hell she knew where I hide the head
“Ghost Witch”
Native Americans refer to her as Skuda-ku-mooch or Ghost Witch. Tales that my great grandmother would tell, entertaining, my sister, Adelynn and I on, late, autumn nights. My great grandmother was blind from birth, yet she claimed to have seen Skudakumooch in spirit as a child.
Lore of the Skudakumooch has dwelled in my subconscious since I was a toddler. My mother never mentioned the stories. When asked, she would always give a frustrating but relieving roll of the eyes. Passing them off as imagination. But much talk of the Skudakumooch was permeating through town. You see, Skudakumooch hibernates for five hundred years after one night of possessing a being of innocence.
This year was supposedly the five hundredth year since her last awakening. It is said, that, the ghost witch enters the body of a child, only, to murder and cannibalise the family of the possessed. The witches purpose is to conduct this ritual every five hundred years, laying the groundwork for all evil spirits in the land. But it is already October, and my mind is beginning to be at ease.
In her stories my great grandmother explained that the witch had thick standing hair, embedded were twigs and dead toads. The face was scarred, with a cat-like nose and pearl-white eyes. A smell of burning flesh would fumigate the room. She never showed emotion, only whispered something softly, with a frying voice, into my grandmothers ear. My grandmother would never repeat what the witch had whispered. She seemed, creeped at the thought. Eager to know, my sister and I would beg, only to lead to our grandmother telling us that it was all a dream or she had made it up.
This year, our grandmother hasn’t spoken at all. In february, she just stopped. The doctor believes it to be the onset of Alzheimer’s. Since her diagnosis, it began to get odd. Adeline had brought home a stray cat. The cat had been severely injured in the upper face. It’s teeth were visible, even, with her mouth closed and her eyes were missing. I swore it had been cursed. At night, even after closing my door. I would find the cat sitting at the end of my bed staring at me, with no eyes. I had finally had too much when I kicked her off of my bed. The next morning I swore to take her to a shelter when we found that she had disappeared.
As I lay in bed, I keep smelling a horrid smell, but something interrupts that thought. Adeline, across the hall, is trying to decipher what grandmother had written down for her. Adeline, yells out ”Halloween”. Running into my doorway and with a breath she says “I asked her what the Skudakumooch had whispered and she wrote Halloween Night”. As mother entered the room and demanded we get back to bed. Unable to speak, mother shuffled Adeline to her room. I lay back and pull the covers close. Tonight is halloween.
It’s raining outside. Someone knocked the door. While my house is in the middle of the forest. Do bears know manners?
“Which box?”
“Left.”
The whisper leads Will to point at the black box. Makes his opponent laugh loudly.
“Too bad, you’re wrong, Will.”
Will snorted. “You always tell the wrong answer.”
The invisible figure beside him protested. “It’s not my fault. It’s you who can’t see your own eyes, stupid!”
“Enough!”
Fred stopped his movements when he heard my shout.
“Just kill your wife! Stop torturing her!”
Fred looked at me in shock, then began to speak using sign language. “But Teressa is already dead, Mom. And you’re deaf.”
Then who’s voice that asking for help were I heard before?
Isabella’s eyes glittered, watching him die. Henry knew her poison had infected his dreams. He struggled to speak, and she leaned closer, greedy for his last words. Instead, she inhaled his final breath. Now, his dreams would be hers. His eyes faded, but the smile on his lips remained.
“I’m sorry, we’ll do our best to find your fiance.”
I just nod and lead the detective to the door and close it before walk up to my room. It’s been four days … the smell is getting worse, I think it’s time to move the body before anyone getting suspicious.
I stand at the precipice of an abyss, the wolves all a howl as they near. Do I jump to an undetermined fate, or do I wait, only to be torn apart by the hungry horde. A fate which is certain to be my death. Undetermined? I jump.
Driving home one rainy October day we passed a sign: “Haunted House-visit at your own peril.” Arrows led us to a dilapidated farmhouse. We walked inside, but it was too dark to see anything so we turned around; then instantly froze as we heard the sound of a chainsaw.
My hair drips down my shoulders as I stand at the door in my bare feet and dress. Her blood no longer stained me and all was silent. “My love.” I thought as the silence ended.. A scratching sounded from beneath the floor, I thought I’d rid him of her.
He shivered as cold sweat ran off his body as it always did when he laid in bed. The fears of a child never disappeared. They got stronger, because he knew now that the things living under his bed were very real and that tonight they would come for him.