Welcome to our 2019 $500 Halloween Horror 50 Word Story Contest. Yes, that’s right. It’s already here. Every year we run our contests, and those of you who have been frequent readers, this is what you’ve been waiting for.
First we will be doing a print issue! We will be doing 2 print issues, and we will pick entries from this contest to be in our issue. If you had a 50 word story designated to be in our print issue, from a past contest, please contact us.
Second, we will be giving out a $500 reward for the best 50 word horror story. This is not easy for us. Every Writer is not doing as well as it did in the past, but we want your stories. I believe writers should get paid for their work. I wish we could pay all of our writers, but it’s just impossible. So $500 for 50 words, I think is a unique and valuable statement to our readers. Ten dollars a word is what all writers really deserve.
So here are the rules:
• Story must be scary
• Story must be 50 words
• Story must be original and your own
• Story may not be published elsewhere
• Story must have a title (does NOT count in word count)
• Deadline is October 25, 2019
• Enter as many times as you want
• Story must be written in the comments below!
• Be nice or be disqualified
I love these stories. This is one of favorite traditions of Every Writer. I look forward to this every year, and this year I have extended the time we are going to spend with the contest.
The winners will:
• Be announced on October 31, 2019
• Will get $500
• Will be published in our digital and print issue.
• Will get an author page on our site
There is no entry fee for this contest. It would help us out greatly if you would donate 1$ or more, if you can, to help out the site. We would really appreciate it. A donation will not be considered in the deciding this contest.
If you want to keep up with me on Twitter, please follow me at @everywriter, I follow back all writers.
Good luck, and let the writing begin.
HERE IS THE WINNER
I have picked 4 stories. They all have times and days on them. If the winner does not respond by Friday 11/22/19 the money will go to the next story on the list. Here are the top 4 stories in order. ONLY OUR 1st PLACE WINNER gets the $500. Also, so this insanity never happens again, the winner will be invited back next year to be one of the judges.
WINNER 1st Place:
Kit Steward 10/13/19 5:20 pm
THE MIDNIGHT INCUBATOR
She heard mushy sounds for days and suffered from unbearable itchiness.
A doctor’s visit revealed earwig pupae nesting in her ear canal, it was flushed out.
Later, weary from stress, she crawled into bed.
That night while she slept, the creature returned.
And finding the eggs missing, it laid more.
2nd Place:
Elizabeth Lee 09/24/19 4:36 pm
Secondhand Doll
She didn’t want a secondhand doll so she flung it across the room. Porcelain cracked against the wall. Her mom made her glue the pieces back together. A thin shard sliced her hand, baptizing the doll in her hateful blood. The secondhand doll decided she didn’t want an ungrateful child.
3rd Place:
Alexander Daley Escobedo 10/25/19 3:38pm
Heirloom
We Buried my brother today. Suicide. He thought something evil was haunting him. He’d been medicated, institutionalized, shocked and secluded. He found his own way out. I wish I could tell him I’m sorry. Or had listened more closely. Because, when I got home, it was on my couch. Laughing.
4th place:
JB 10/25/19 8:12pm
TITLE: RESEVOIR
We should have known something was wrong when we first tasted the water. It was a little brown, but no more than usual in this apartment complex.
We kept drinking it until it turned black.
When they opened the water tank, they found the bloated, rotting corpse of my neighbor.
We usually always contact the winners first, but after all the trouble, we are opening up the process. I am again, very sorry for how late this is. I did not expect 4000 stories. Next year I will be ready.
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Sad Clown:
I saw a clown on the carousel.
Looking sad.
As I approached, it stood up.
My heart dropped.
I turned away.
The clown stood up.
I walked away.
I got to a road and turned back.
I could no longer see it.
I turned back, it was there.
I scre…
TENT FOR TWO
Following dinner, Richard decided to turn in early. With the smell of campfire in the air, he slept peacefully that night. He awoke when he heard his wife, Debbie, crawl into the tent. He grinned as she cozied up beside him. But this thing wasn’t his wife. It had scales.
The Cannibals
There’s a guy behind me. He starts running towards me and I blackout as I hit the pavement. I hear saw around me and felt pain in my leg and hand. I wake up and see a guy cutting my leg off, the others were cooking my arm. I screamed.
Don’t Show Fear
Creepy, crawly, ugly worms are everywhere. The dead don’t fear the worms because they are already dead.
What if you’re dying and you see the worms crawling over your body? Scared? Frightened? Shaking? Just keep in mind worms eat faster if they sense you are afraid. So, don’t show fear.
I AM DEAD
Coming to a different place…
Seeing something that I shouldn’t want to see.
Looking for some light and sunshine…
Nothing came…
Because I am dead…
Now, I saw that I didn’t exist
Trying to move I don’t have a body…
God is staring at me but, I am in hell…..
THOUGHTS COME TRUE
Writing my thoughts.
I wrote a story of a dead person…
Looking behind I saw that person staring at me…
He is asking why you remember me?
Frightened by him I closed my eyes…
Suddenly, he got my hand and wrote another name
and that person came real…
OMG!!!!!!!
Playing
My dog can play fetch for hours. Australian Shepherds are a hyper breed, after all. People compliment on how beautiful her red coat is. Thing is she used to be completely white. Silly thing keeps bringing the bodies I throw out back to me. Ah well, She’s a good girl.
COLLIDING BELIEFS
“The energy’s way off the charts…” said the technician.
“Can we contain it?” queried the scientist.
“We don’t have the tech, or the time.”
“How long ‘til critical?”
“Six days, six hours, and six minutes before total engulfment.”
The CERN lab became inundated by a flood of short notice vacations.
HEART STRINGS
The puppeteer is tugging at my heart strings.
Tugging fast, my heart races.
Tugging slow, it barely thumps.
Pulling tight sends sharpness shooting through me.
It makes me cry.
He sees my pain, asks if I want to cut the strings.
I say no.
My heart won’t beat without them.
MEMBERSHIP DUES
To join the cult you made a blood offering and sacrificed a loved one in ultimate allegiance.
Brad loved his new wife Angie, and he desperately tried to withdraw his application.
But it was too late.
A new applicant familiar with Brad’s dilemma helped solve the problem, by killing him.
CAREFUL WHAT YOU WITCH FOR
Sarah hung clothes.
The minister, hidden in shadow, watched. Holy Bible clutched in trembling hands.
There! On her left ear lobe.
“The devil’s mark.”
Villagers gathered at the gallows.
“Any last words?”
Sarah mumbled.
Blood gushed from the executioner’s mouth. The minister burst into flames. Villagers shrieked.
Crumbling to dust.
BLANKET
Blanket follows me everywhere.
I try to move, distract myself, but it always finds me.
It’s soft.
And heavy.
Suffocation veiled in comfort.
When I can’t run anymore it covers me.
I hate how easy it is to stop fighting.
Every time is longer.
… One day I won’t get up…
THE ROSE-BACK GHOST
A tortured man crept into the old house and chastised secret sins.
Threshing himself with brambles, his spine wept from thorny inoculations and he died in a septic fit.
Some say, the sullen specter still haunts the abandoned cloister, periodically lashing out at unwary visitors in the dead of night.
She Was Only Five
I killed the girl a year ago on my birthday. Her mother stared at the broken whiskey bottle and deflated balloons among the wreckage. The pure hatred in her eyes unnerved me.
The letter I found in my car today had only four words.
Happy Birthday. You’re Dead!
Temper:
Alison lounged on my bed snooping through my photo album as i dressed for the Halloween dance,
“So. where’s your dad” she asked with a sheepish grin.
I rolled my eyes, but answered “he’s still at the station; apparently they still haven’t caught him!” I round the corner of my bathroom just as she shivered I grinned in pleasure. She was on my last nerve, but I knew I had to keep my temper in check.
Nice costume she snorted jumping up from my bed to put her boots back on.
“seriously though, are you really going as red riding hood?” she seethed.
I felt the jolt as the heat of the hunger rises from my belly I hunched over, it was to late … “Ania, wake up!” my father shook me in panic. My eyes fluttered open.
My Father jumped to his feet ran his fingers through his hair as he paced in panic.
“This has to stop Ania!!” he growled in anger. I sat up slowly,
“What did I do?” I snapped, He froze in place then pointed, my eyes flickered to the window was splattered with thick fresh blood my eyes followed as it slithered down to the baseboards and I grimaced when I saw poor Alison in pieces … “whoops!” I said glancing back up at my father.
PERSONNEL HANG-UPS
He couldn’t bear lies.
“…dropped the Stinson account.” came whispers.
Actually; he wouldn’t do after-hour services for the boss, the family man, the paragon.
And when the executive was found dangling out the window; rope around his neck and meat-hook in the caboose, subtle variations of the truth held sway.
TRAVELING COMPANIONS
The train excited Nessa, but she loathed her mysterious riding companion.
“No matter, it’s a short trip,” she thought.
As the tunnel drew close, so did he.
Much closer…
A loud whistle screamed.
To this day, inexperienced Porters are trained to avoid the “occupied” cabin and seat boarding passengers elsewhere.
THE PENDULOUS BRANCH
The young woman, fearful of discovery, cowered in a hollow bough.
Her racing heart was choked, through the cords of a taut rope.
One, by one, by one, the townsfolk’s wicked sins were metered in midnight inquisitions.
And the nightly cries from witch’s willow wound down until heard no more.
OLD GEORGE
Geese honked in the distant sky.
The primed 12-gauge had rusted.
He lay hidden in the glint of tall fall grass, the lone greeter of early dawn.
His flesh cold, limbs numbed.
How long he’d rested prone was irrelevant. “Season” was over.
And there he’d remain, forever awash in peace.
THE SPELL
I am back in my home. There is a knock at my door.
There were only supposed to be seven when he died. Seven to circle, to halt the return.
But I had seen, it was an accident.
And I will never answer that knock, not for all the world.
My brother
My brother lies in bed not moving. The EKG flat lines. Then before the nurses could help him he has a pulse. He sits up like a rag doll, and looks at me. “you’re next” he says, then flat lines again. Three days later I get hit by a truck.
DEAD OF NIGHT
Cold bitter silence and a wicked bloodless shudder consume me.
I see them in the shadows. Everywhere. Nowhere.
The deathlike wraiths’ piercing orbs hunt me relentlessly.
No hiding, No relief. The night stalkers. No more running.
They’ve come for me.
Soon 1000 lifeless specters will consume my very soul.
Run!
Depression (my battle)
“join me” one says, tauntingly.
“never” i say, fighting my restraints.
“give up, they hate you” another says.
“I know, but I love them.” i tell them as i cut a long line in my wrist, freeing myself.
the demons want me, i give them a taste, but never me.
The figure
i see him in my room, like a stalker
he tells me he loves me, he’s lying, he wants my heart.
“i love you Chloe, join me and i’ll love you forever” he says,
i give in, draw a bath and go under. i see him and then black out
SALVATION’S KEYS FOREVER RATTLE ON THE CHAIN
Landlord’s Lease Agreement – The borrower agrees to the following…
The Devil’s Clause:
Upon acceptance of one flesh sheath, you cannot renege the lifetime maintenance agreement for the soul containment vessel, any early termination will result in your eternal damnation.
Lessee Signature_____________________
Notarized by thine quill this____________day,
by Archangel Michael Esq. _______________.
I heard the clack of her heels behind me, but couldn’t look away from his body in the coffin. He looked beautiful.
The firm point that suddenly pressed against my spine was almost a blessing.
“I’m so sorry,” I said. “It should have been me.”
“Don’t worry; it will be.”
Fishing
The fisherman sits in his boat. Its been a while since he caught anything, but he doesn’t mind. Patience is a virtue, right? The line jerks and he pulls the catch in. She stares at him with wide eyes. He smiles, showing piranha teeth saying, “Welcome to Hell.” She screams.
I SAW HER STANDING FROM THE WINDOW OF THE TRAIN
Stone still. Red hair in loose curls covering her bare chest.
The train trundled past billowing wisps of morning fog draping her in gossamer robes.
She must be cold.
She waived, empty black eyes beckoning.
My mistake? Waiving back.
We ride in silence. Her cold dead hand laced with mine.
They were a nice family.
The father had a bright red tie.
The mother wore a white dress with scarlet down her chest.
The son ate messily, staining his chin with the sauce.
I lifted the lid and on the silver platter, sat three human hearts.
“Eat up!”
Window Shopping
Right before the sun sets, she sits in her living room with all the lights on. Only it isn’t hers, not really, it belongs to all of them.
The asylum that sits on the hill, with its sinister shadows, where they only become crazy after admission.
You’re in room eight.
Penanggal
She adjusted herself carefully on the squat toilet as the after labour pain shot through her body, then straightened up and reached to flush.
A floating, bloodied head of a long-haired women, with its intestinal entrails hanging down met her eyes.
The penanggal pounced on her.
The Midnight Fiend
When the clock stroke 12 the creature rose from its slumber. It threw on its red cape and headed out in the night, lurking and stalking the humans who stumbled and fell. Cornering their prey giving them no hope for escape. Bearing their fangs before sinking them into their victim.
Last Step
I stepped silently from behind the tree. Closing my eyes, I strained to listen to the sounds around me. It had to be here somewhere and I was going to hunt it down. From behind me, I heard the guttural growl and I realized that I had become the hunted.
IT
The smell hit me first, as my nose guided me twords a sweet yet rotting odor near the cellar door! I had no idea what I was about to find! The Razor Sharp teeth and gleaming eyes had me frozen in terror. There IT was, ripping flesh from bone, grinning!
After Midnight
They tried to warn me. I didnt believe the old folktales of the dangers that awakened after Midnight. But there IT was, starring me down with laughter in those eyes and blood dripping from the corners of that creepy smile! There was no turning back, I offered my arm first.
Something’s staring at me. The darkness wraps around its figure at the head of my bed. My heart quakes. I try to rationalize the motionless figure until it steps into the lone light of the moon and I see its glowing yellow eyes and red horns. Then it smiles.
Family Secrets
I had a brother once. We played. We held hands. We told secrets in the dark.
But Mommy got mad. In the night, at the closest door (when Mommy’s asleep) I whisper to him. He doesn’t answer anymore. Mommy tells everyone he’s with Grandmother. We don’t have a Grandmother.
Visiting Home
The floor was covered in dust, no footprints or marks. The blood still on the walls, now brown with time. An outline of my sister and mother. The memories of my fathers trail.
LIFE TO HALLOWEEN
We ran through the dark chased by monstrous-looking Halloween customs which came to life earlier that night. “Run Jake”, I shouted but alas “crunch…crunch” he was gulped up by a vicious looking pumpkin. I alongside my parents hid behind a canopy awaiting the end of the bloody horror.
Peer Pressure.
The mother stepped into the room, obviously horrified by the noise that tore her world in half, only to find an apocalypse, much grim. The weapon of malice lay down, covered in the blood of he whose life it took.
The boy breathed no more.
Parting
“Me and my maa, we was real close y’know, like peas in a pod they say. Yea she’d love me and I’d love me maa back. Then came the light and took me maa away. I don’t know what happened, I just don’t know why she died.”
Invasion of Privacy
From upstairs window, I see them coming. They pry open the door, walk through rooms, climb stairs.
I slip into the closet.
They enter this room, come to my hiding place, open the door.
I scream!
Infrared cameras record me.
He turns to her; “TOLD you a ghost was here.”
Stay Away
You do not see them, but they are there. Invisible spirits, lurking, present, in the dark of the night. Unexpectedly, they will capture your mind, seeping into your body, taking your soul into the everlasting burning flames of hell. Stay away, the enemy of your soul is waiting for you.
The real ghost woman . This story is full of cruality of a women. She killed her husband for money and property and married another person. Before the second married she killed his wife and daughter. This was not the end of her cruality. She killed her law in mother, father and also decided to kill her second husband to marriage another person. She killed six people in her own family by giving the most dangerous poison in their food. She also decided to kill her own son but luckily she couldn’t do that. She did all these cruality for money. In front of relationship money is just a peace of paper but she was not able to understand that big truth. She is a real living devil.
Attack of the Werewolf
It’s Friday the 13th. The moon is full. Werewolves howl in the distance. A person walks along the road. The evil wolf attacks him. It rips, tears, and eats his body violently. The bloody paw prints leave a trail. The sun begins to rise… and once again he is human.
Trick or Treat
At night the children knock the door of a spooky haunted house. Trick or treat they say. The delicacy surprises them…slimy, oozing, creepy, green, three eyes. A long tongue darts out, devours their candy in a sudden gulp! The children scream and run in fear, because Halloween is truly here.
The Doctor
I screamed when I felt the cut into my side. But nothing came out: my mouth was taped shut. The man in a surgical mask laughed. I struggled to get out of the straps, but I couldn’t get free. I lay there, awake, as he removed all my unnecessary organs.
THE HAUNTED SCHOOLHOUSE
I wiped the thick layer of dust from the little desktop to reveal a jackknife carved heart and two names—Eddie and Roselyn.
An icy hand gripped my shoulder. I gazed up into the empty eye sockets of the dead schoolmistress.
“That’s destruction of school property, Edward. Come with me.”
Neighbors From Hell
I walked next door looking for my neighbors. In their backyard, the shed was open. I walked over and peered in. I gasped when I saw the body parts hanging there. Legs and arms dangled with blood dripping onto the concrete. A knife plunged through my back and out my chest.
The Mirror
She approached the Victorian mirror and admired her face-Her recent Botox had done wonders. Strangely, her reflection stood still. Something was amiss. Her reflection morphed into a haggard old woman flashing a toothless smile. She felt a cold shiver as a cold voice hissed
“ This mirror reflects your greatest fear!”
They’re Following
It’s been 666 miles now. The white Nissan with blue lights has been following us. We are just passing our driveway now, but we can’t stop there—they will know where we live. Who is this person? What do they want? Why are they following us? Please make them stop!
MIDNIGHT MADNESS SALE
“Where’s Alison?”
The Hell Hound pressed against the door. Testing its strength.
“She went out.”
“What!?”
The beast growled, smelling the frightened things inside.
THWACKKK!
Blood streamed under the door and pooled at Charlie’s feet.
He cracked the door. Alison held a bloody ax and the monster’s head.
“Victory bitches!”
POLAROID, 1977
Jess snapped a picture of himself and then examined the photo, which showed a gaunt, pale, blurred face hovering behind him. Startled, he whipped around but saw nothing there. He then took another photo, which showed two pale hands around his neck. Jess dropped the camera and began to choke.
Cutting off her neck, he next went for her chest as he let his wandering hand search for her heart, he was going to eat it well.
“Impossible!” The man shrieked.
The heartless dead victim awoke from hell. He was instead going to be eaten this time.
He tasted quite divine.
Unmarked Gravestone
She approached the unmarked gravestone. It depressed her that there were no markings on it as to identity. Turning to leave, she heard a voice coming from the gravestone.
“Don’t go and don’t worry. Soon your name will be etched on this gravestone.” She ran as fast as she could.
The Nest
Passing by her bedroom mirror, she noticed a drop of blood escaping her eye. An immense pressure swelled inside her head, bringing her to the floor. She caught sight of a webbed nest under her bed and realized- something had burrowed inside of her and was trying to come out.
The Hunger
Curl your lips. Supress your humanity. Do not allow your shame to wallow. Your will beckons the desire. Feed on the night, feed on the vunerable. Their crimson tears sustain your death. Open the door. Pass in shadows. Tis’ just a child. You raise from the moon, with hunger. Feed.
MANY HAPPY RETURNS
Once again the newspaper printed the name of a deceased person in the birthday greeting column, and he called to complain. As usual, the office girl ignored him. Of all days, why did they have to do it again today?
It wasn’t his fault he had died on his birthday.
And One Unknown
He woke knowing the house was empty; just some creepy night feeling. From his window perch he saw four walking toward the dead-end graveyard: Mom, Dad, Jules, and one unknown, obscured in the phosphorescent mist. They stopped, now all pointing up, as the phantom nodded and returned to the house.
No Treat
Corey kicked in the jack-o-lantern’s teeth, and everyone on the porch roared. Punishment, of course, for having the light on and not coming to the door on Halloween. But as the jaws snapped around Corey’s ankle, shattering the bones, he shrieked, no one hearing the soft cackle behind the door.
Silence
The phone rang. He answered. Silence. The phone rang. He answered. Silence. The door bell. Silence. He opened the door. No one. The phone rang. He turned. The knife entered in his back. He screamed. The knife slid down his back. Blood everywhere. Screams. Screams. The door shuts. Silence.
Sewn
The doll smiled. It had never smiled before. She didn’t even know it had teeth. Squeezing her teddy, she stared at it. If she closed her mouth, they would sew it shut. She made that mistake, and tiny scars lined her lips. Worse if she slept. Her eyes grew heavy.
TO FLOAT
The water at this depth almost erases sound. Light is distorted and one lives in shadows. The chains that have held her prisoner at these depths for ages have started to weaken.
She has waited.
Those who threw her overboard are long gone, but revenge is ageless.
Soon she’ll float-
-Mark Karol-Chik
Oct 11 2019
Restrained
When I awoke, I had no idea how long I had been held there in the dark, dingy cellar. When I struggled, the chains rattled, holding my arms and legs to the wall. Through panicked gasps, I sucked in putrid cold air into my lungs as he slowly walked closer.
One of Them
She abandoned me, but they rescued me. At first, I ran. They would track me down. We are family and family is thicker than blood. I wrap my mouth around his still beating heart. As blood trickles down the crack of my lip, I smile. I am one of them.
ANOTHER COLD ONE
Jeb lived across from Sourdale Cemetery; nightly he sipped beers, desperately watching for ghosts from the porch.
One evening a stranded man walked up in need of a tow.
Old Jeb tossed him a beer and went inside to call.
Upon returning, the strange traveler and his beer both vanished.
The Creature of the Night
He crawls in the depths of the graveyard, thrives on the bones of the dead and sucks on the blood of any of those who make eye contact with him. Those who see him are paralyzed with fear. I made eye contact. “Die Right!” said the Creature of the Night.
THE GHOSTWRITER
Rena pulled an all-nighter, her final essay was due tomorrow.
She couldn’t concentrate; the kegger was raging.
She sought silence in the privacy of her car.
A shadow shifted in the back seat, it was the scary creep that haunted her all semester.
“Here’s your last essay…that’ll be ninety, cash.”
FREE VOCAL LESSONS
Trilby’s phone rang, there was mumbling on the other end, she hung up.
It rang again, the same creepy gibberish.
Another call…
“Say something!” she yelled into the phone.
“Nice scream…room for improvement,” the voice whispered and hung up.
She was later found by the roadside; tortured, mumbling, and tongue-less.
Thing
The pain blessedly ceases, my relief palpable as the thing stops its crawl across my temple. A simple pinch between fingers would kill it but my bindings hold tight. Then it moves again, oh God, it moves. I scream and it descends, wet, and cold, and deep in my ear.
IN THE DARK QUIET OF NIGHT
Heather tensed in bed and stared upward, terrified.
A ghastly hand projected through the ceiling above her, its fingers wriggled like spider legs.
Closer it came; the bed grew warm and wet.
Drawing closer, blackened nails clicked.
Closer…
The grimy hand dropped, smothering her face.
And she never woke up.
Coming Home
The door opens at the usual time. A voice in the hall breaks the silence, “I’m home!”
Breath catching in my throat, my head darts up and my red, swollen eyes lock on the doorway. ‘Impossible.’
“Honey?” His voice rings out again.
‘Impossible! I saw your body buried this morning.’
THE EMPTY STAIRWELL
Renée was terrified, bolting up the basement stairs, she slammed the door.
She entered the bedroom shivering with fear.
“It tried to get me,” she said. “The darkness…”
“Lemme check,” her husband quipped; leaving to explore the inky depths.
When Dane returned, he was a shadow of his former self.
THE MIDNIGHT BACKRUSH
She crafted a tune and the sailor listened, her secret song flooded him with thoughts that echoed deep in his soul.
Trudging further from the moonlit shore, he waded the waters until his body bubbled and sank.
The ghosts of Mara Del Ray and her unborn baby finally found peace.
Happy Halloween
It was dark when he grabbed her off the street.
He said, “I’m going to hurt you real bad, bitch. You’ll scream and shout and wish you’d never been born – I’m a Serial Killer.”
She said, “Wrong. No ‘trick or treat’ for you – I’m a Real Witch not a bitch.”
The Succulent
Don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answers to. Pregnant and feeling distant, Laney found out the hard way. She thought she loved him, she knows he’s hiding something. It’s not another woman, but a carnivorous craving for newborn children.Will she escape before it’s too late, or die trying?
Maze
It seemed like such a good idea at the time. How hard could it be to navigate a mirror maze? The seconds turned into minutes, the minutes into hours. Lost and all alone, I search for the exit. Is there even an exit? How should I know?
Echoes
The hairs on my neck stood up. The voice behind me got closer. I knew I was home alone, but the sounds of a screaming woman bounced off the walls.
“Help me!” She wailed.
I felt a cold hand grip my wrist. I yelped as I squeezed my eyes shut.
The Nightmare
October was the prime time to get pumpkins ready for a Halloween themed contest. “Think SMALL”.
A perfect baby gourd called me. I began to feel odd heat by looking at it. My fingers dripped blood as I revealed a number carved on its base…666…
Everyone fled. The doors locked…
A Dark Place
I have never been afraid of the dark. It never seemed all that bad to me. As an adult, if anxiety comes, I like to sit alone in a dark place. Something is different this time. The room feels bigger, I don’t feel alone. Why are you holding my hand?
ELVIS IS NOT DEAD
Laura froze as the lone pumpkin on the front step screamed, “Don’t come any closer!” She fainted when fire blew out of his crooked mouth. When she woke up, “Nothing but a Hound Dog” played and Elvis was asking her to dance.
“If I’m dreaming, don’t wake me.” He didn’t.
Black and a Cherry Finish
The cold of this place gets to me, I hate it here. All I see is darkness and woodgrain. Nevertheless, two things were always true about me, I look good in black and I love a cherry finish. Now, if I could only find a way out of this coffin.
SOLD-SOUL SOULMATE
—
Michelle called upon a demon to revive a loved one. Bezel decided to possess Michelle instead.
Michelle’s mother summoned Father Perez to exorcise Bezel.
Turned out the priest and Bezel had tons in common.
They grew romantic, defied faith.
Michelle’s mother was devastated. Her father was happy she moved out.
MAKE GOOD CHOICES
Orange entrails smear across Bob’s paralyzed body while his head rests on what’s left of a sand-soaked gourd. Searing pain engulfs him as fire ants march across his scalp, over his eyes, and up his nose. Unrelenting stings ignite an inferno in his mind, Never do Halloween in Death Valley.
The living dead night
It was pitch dark,
The night was spooky
Steps haunting the stairs,
My hands trembling the Ominous
I opened the door,
The outfit blowing in the air
To utter surprise it was a black outfit,
without a face on it
I trembled,
and closed
the door at a pitch dark midnight.
LOCKED
I am trapped inside my head. I hear screams, my thoughts resonate too loud, and they are me. I struggle with pain, and guilt, and terror, and it is all me. I am claustrophobic, and I am trapped inside. Alone.
You can’t escape when you’re the monster under your bed.
Long Night of the Dutiful Daughter
Mom raised me to do as I was told.
The last time I saw, Mom was at the Memory Care. The last time I heard, Mom was in her chair, hands under the blanket. “Put your head in my lap once more, my child.”
The silent night will never end.
Sign on the Door
The sign says “OPEN MAIL SLOT FOR CANDY.”
So I crouch at the door, and with a lollypop, open the mail slot. I inch my lollypop further inside — CHOMP — it disappears from my trembling fingers. “Come on up!” I yell to the rest of the trick-or-treaters. “There’s candy in there!”
Not What It Seems.
Walking down the street I hear a kitten meowing from under a car.
Finding the kitten it hissed & runs, but keeps meowing in distress.
Following it, it leads me into a dark alleyway.
Chills run down my spine as hot breath & claws wrap around at the back of my neck.
Biggest fear
Thunder cracked the sky as the rain was pouring. I turned on the light, waiting for my fear, what I’m most affraid of. My heart was pounding as the smell of mold filled the air. I knew the time is now, so I opened my eyes and looked at mirror.
I Want to Suck Your Blood!
Dracula flew into town on a dark and creepy night. ‘Twas hungered for some human blood. He dug his fangs into a slender neck and sucked out the oozing red potion. There was no more life left in her. Satisfied he flew back home on this dark and creepy night.
Halloween
It was a dark and spooky night,
The streets birthed denizens of fright,
From above a witch swooped down
And landed in the light.
She cackled loud with glee,
As she stood in front of me,
She weaved a spell, I croaked and fell,
Then she soared off wild and free.
A Witch’s Brew
There is a full moon…the wicked witches fly the sky with spooky cackling sounds. Riding broomsticks in a bloodthirsty club that tends to haunt the town. Their potions from an eye of newt and human brew taste so good tonight, that witches never think to end this awesome eerie fright.
The Chocobolo
Staring ahead into the darkness, she sees a gleam. A pair of shining eyes, piercing, chilling. Slowly, it creeps. One foot steps into the light, then the other, both gnarled and twisted. The feet give way to sharpened talons. The head emerges, a bloodthirsty grin smeared across the ghastly face.
Room Service
Her shift at the hotel was hauntingly long tonight. The man in room 101 called for room service around 12:05am. She tiredly pushed the cart down the hall until she reached his door. “Room Service!” When he answered, she stabbed him in the chest and stuffed him in the cart.
What Lurks in the Darkness
It. The thing. Whatever you want to call it. It is there. There in the closet. My closet. I can feel it. Its presence, its sickly aura, permeating the air that is becoming more stifling every second. I am frozen and helpless. The closet door, creaking, so slowly, almost imperceptible…opens.
Who’s There?
She was alone. And her imagination was getting the best of her. It was not a good combination. She heard a thump. Its just the neighbors, she thought. I’m safe, I have nothing to worry about. Another noise, this time louder. She couldn’t deny what she heard next. “Help me”.
Don’t Tell a Soul
“It was you! How could I have not known?! I.. I don’t even know what to say.” Resigned, Carla collapses onto the chair, hands covering her tear soaked face. Michael comes to her side and whispers in her ear, “Darling, you know I had to kill that wretched old bat.”
Charred Mirror
“Three Dead in Fire. Only Survivor Later Dies in Hospital” Scott was only skimming the headlining story until something caught his attention. It was the first picture. Something wasn’t quite right in the photo of the victims. Scott’s breath caught in his chest as he recognized himself on the page.
Arachnophobia
Tory’s arm started to itch. She looked at where she was scratching and saw thick black hairs rapidly growing out of her skin. Horrified, she stumbled backward. The same was happening to her other arm! Suddenly four hairy legs sprouted from her hips. In her place stood a goliath tarantula.
Never Look Back
Lucie stumbled out of the forest. She ran, tripping over her feet, toward her car. As she ran, Lucie tried to pull her keys out of her pocket but dropped them. Frantically she bent down to grab them, nearly falling. Lucie turned back to the car. She never reached it.
Time for Supper
It was an immense beast of a thing, almost impressive if not for being utterly terrifying. Towering over my defenseless body, the beast leaned its snarling, fanged face down to meet mine, its putrid breath traveling into my nostrils. I shut my eyes as it stretched its mouth open wider.
Another Shot of Novocain Please
“I’m sorry to tell you Miss, but we weren’t able to save your left hand.” Coming out of the anesthetic state, I was confused and looked down at my hand, but instead saw a bloody stump in its place. “But… my wisdom teeth…” I stared in horror at the dentist.
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Beware!
It was dark, gloomy, and raining, nonstop. No one walked the grounds of the cemetery this night. You ask why? You should not ask why because you know why. The Halloween demons are everywhere, especially in the cemetery. If you enter the cemetery tonight, you won’t leave it alive. Beware!
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DON’T LOOK UP, YOU’RE NEXT
A drip—I startle awake.
Where is he? That hot date?
The bed is empty. Icy.
Don’t touch the light.
Get the knife from under the mattress—It’s gone.
Drip …
Drip …
Drip …
My toes cling to kitchen tiles. They should not be wet.
Drip … hits my skull.
Drip …
Drip …
Drip …