$500 Halloween 50 Horror Word Story Contest 2019

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1. PURGATORY

   First I noticed that coppery stink of blood and decay. Then God’s death angel appeared. No time to run, to repent, or request forgiveness before his jab to my chest stopped my heart. Only then I awoke from my personal hell. Same dream every night since I had murdered her.

2. FEAR AND LOATHING ON EARTH
   —
   The driver sweat as a cop pulled him over. Bodies in the trunk murmured.

   ““Licen-,” managed the cop, attention on the murmurs.

   “Pop the trunk.”

   Click.

   Two Martians piloted the driver-puppet from back there.

   They zapped the cop. He collapsed to dust.

   The Martians slammed the trunk and sped off.

3. Sandra Roth
   October 13. 2019

   The Command

   Body contorted, fungus, vomit, waves of blood, a screeching infant. The judge who prosecutes witches handed Fortune a small bundle. “You are sinless, escape with your child.”
   “Me a witch? This cannot be.” The room illuminated blood red. fortune smirked, then handed the child to Satan. “As you commanded, Master.”

4. Breathing

   My breathing will give me away. I know it will! I hear it coming, shuffling. Breathing. It is not afraid for me to hear it breathing. It does not care.

   It is close and I must stop breathing now. I must—!

   No. It has done that for me.

5. Attachment

   “I have always said – on our wedding day I said! – that Jonas would lose his head if it wasn’t attached! Haven’t I always said that, Muriel?”

   “Yes, Eleanor, you have always said that.”

   “Nor do I intend to let it happen again! Hand me a longer nail.”

6. Hematology

   The secret is in the blood, I know. The blood that I sort by type, by clarity, by viscosity. By screamers and criers and fighters as I drill down deep to discover it.

   I collect and label the blood with precision.

   I have yet to find blood that is blue.

7. SNOW GLOBES OF THE NORTH

   Outpost destroyed, frostbitten, snowblind, you stagger to the weather station. His voice rasps in the storm: “Shaker Man’s here!” – yet, he comes from inside you… slits open your belly and steps out of your body, stuffs your organs into little plastic globes. Shakes. Shaker Man shakes until you bleed snow.

8. A HELPLESS SITUATION

   It started as a gnawing pain below my belly button. My doctor checked for tenderness. Said I was fine.

   A month later, I showed him the bloody incisors protruding from my abdomen. They’d chewed straight through the tissue.

   He said I wasn’t covered for ‘preexisting conditions’ and sent me home.

9. MOM

   Mom had been dead for six years, but now I looked out the window and saw her in the garden.

   Dead birds fell from the sky.

   Mom gently took a bird and chewed off its head. Then she turned and noticed me. She smiled warmly, blood dripping from her lips.

10. SOMETHING NOT QUITE RIGHT

    As soon as the man woke up he was struck with a horrible feeling that something was wrong. His mind was hazy from his long slumber. He looked around, and as he heard the crashing footsteps echoing from down the hall. He realized what was wrong:
    “This isn’t my house…”

11. Eternal Friend

    I know things have been difficult at school lately. Believe me, I’ve been there. If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here. I’m just behind you in the mirror. I’m at the end of a dimly lit hall. Just look for me and call. I’m here. Eternally.

12. Ocean Terror

    Something bit into his leg, pulling him into the salty water. As blood began swirling around the water, the surfer saw a giant shark with its teeth chewing through his leg. To his horror, a much larger form was heading toward both him and the shark… with its mouth open.

13. An Accident

    As the smoke from the exhaust swirled around the air in the overturned truck, John stared hopelessly at his wife. Her head was completely covered in blood and her neck bent backwards. As he screamed at the police officer to help her, he saw himself crushed in the driver’s seat.

14. Cursed City

    A cursed city with different creatures. Sam lost his way and reaches their. He hears bloodcurdling noises, sees Corps, coffin, monsters, big spider webs with skeletons and also half eaten up bodies and blood everywhere. He is frightened slowly creatures comes and attacks him. He screams. Creatures enjoys their meal.

15. BABY NEEDS

    The mother feels distinctly uncomfortable with her child. They no longer go into the garden. And now her child lifts its arms as she enters the room. The child smiles a red smile. The mother sees the small savaged corpse of a bird on the floor of the playpen.

    1. I love this so much–super creepy and I’m seeing those Edward Gorey drawings. Well done!

16. EXTINCTION

    The two creatures stood in the foggy field of fallen bodies. The field seemed to stretch for miles and miles. A mess of dead bodies, ripped apart, bloodied, utterly destroyed.
    “Where next?”
    The first creature said. To which the second creature pointed at the large, blue sphere and whispered:
    “Earth…”

17. SPLATTER ROOM
    Adjusting her paper smock, Shannon stared. Anger flushed her cheeks.
    “Splatter room!” she fumed. “Great date night.”
    “Ready?” Mark asked. “Splatter art is quite liberating.”
    Shannon nodded, calmly swinging the palette knife. Scarlet flecks spurted across her face. She licked her salty lips.
    “Only with the right canvas,” she grinned.

18. There is a picture on the wall and a little girl in the middle. The girl in the picture looks like me but she is long dead. Then she leaned out of the frame, arms outstretched like jutting branches. She grabbed me holding my neck, pulling me into the picture.

19. Witches Trick and Treat

    The witch stirred her pot
    To cook a witchy kid’s stew
    but she didn’t have a kid, nothing to brew
    On Halloween night when trick or treating
    They came at the door to get candies for eating.
    When she locked them in
    Her pot will be full to the brim.

20. Dead Like Me

    There is a picture on the wall and a little girl in the middle. The girl in the picture looks like me but she is long dead. Then she leaned out of the frame, arms outstretched like jutting branches. She grabbed me holding my neck, pulling me into the picture.

21. A Halloween Heart Attack

    Wearing a most gruesome face mask, he drove straight towards me and my bag of groceries. I stepped back. He swung to his left. Metal hit concrete—the base of a light pole.

    He wore no mask. His face had revealed the desperation of a heart attack.

22. Alone.

    It was late; she was home alone. The steps creaked. The wind, the cat, nothing more. Again. She closed her eyes and pulled up her blanket. A footstep. The door opened. Heavy breathing. She didn’t dare look. Then more footsteps, another person, 3 more. They surrounded the bed.

23. Of Lion Witches and Wardrobes

    When the lion met the witch a wardrobe went missing
    When the wardrobe went missing the lion left the witch
    When the witch left the lion the wardrobe came back
    Now the lion tried to eat the witch she disappeared in the wardrobe
    And turned the lion into a witch.

24. Footsteps

    Panting as she ran, the footsteps grew louder. Her heart was pounding, blood was rushing to her ears, and her legs felt weak. Down, down, down the stairs—she pushed open the door, caught her breath and felt the warm breeze on her face. A cold hand grasped her neck.

    1. Yet another shiver-producing short by Dina Towbin! I felt that hand on my neck. Stephen King would like this short story too.

       1. Nice, Dina! Great use of the word count, wow. “felt the warm breeze” followed by “cold hand” >_< yikes!

    2. Ouuuch. I always had a thing about cellars and basements. I am there. cold hand in my neck.

25. IT’S WHAT’S ON THE INSIDE

    “Please,” the Earthman pleaded. “You don’t understand.”

    But a simple x-ray revealed a device hidden inside the defendant’s chest.

    The Verillian judge frowned. “A probable weapon. Proceed.”

    The Earthman screamed, straining at the straps.

    A scalpel flashed. Slicing out the evidence.

    The weapon.

    Still warm. Still beating.

    “Guilty. As charged.”

26. Laughter
    The knife slide out, covered in blood. The end of a shirt cleans it.
    There is more work to be done tonight.
    More blood. None even have a chance to scream.
    No one expects it to be children. The knife is passed and death continues. Children’s laughter follows and blood.

27. Darkness
    Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.
    She tries to figure out where she is and how she got here.
    It is damp and musty. Somewhere water drips.
    It is dark and she cannot see anything. Then, she hears a voice and a light appears.
    It is not water dripping.

28. SOMEONE TOOK A WRONG TURN

    It was night shift at the morgue.

    Marie took inventory of her lodgers, checking records and the remains, one by one.

    She finished with a gnarly hit and run; “Aren’t you a pretty one?” then turned away to get some coffee.

    “Yes, I am.” A coquettish gurgle came from behind.

29. Reflection

    I saw my reflection blink.

    It was late and I was tired so I shrugged it off, but it stuck in my head until morning.

    While I was brushing my teeth, I leaned closer to my bathroom mirror and reached out to touch it, curious.

    My hand touched someone else’s.

30. Fear of the Unknown:

    There is two opposing sides, there will always be two opposing sides. Humanity Vs. The Unknown. Humanity tends to search and scavenge for the unknown in the darkest crevesis. When we were children, we were smart, we knew to fear what lurks in the dark. Hunters lurk and prey scavenges.

31. The Worlds Most Feared Fugitive:

    It’s been seven years since the raid on Area 51, one festival in a near by town, and only a few showed up to the gates. Little did they know, one measly distraction would allow a prisoner to escape. It has been the world’s most feared secrets, a shapeshifting alien.

32. How long do you have?

    The Most terrifying question, how long do we have left to live? Some have decades, some have years, then theres months, weeks, days, hours, and seconds. We will never truly know when, where, and how we die, until it’s too late. That’s the horrifying part, this could be our last…

33. After Life:

    We will never know what to believe in, to beleive in God or another belief? Is it the possibility of being wrong and being sent to hell, or the possibility of being wrong and wasting your entire life restricting yourself for nothing? The terrifying truth is, no one will know.

34. There’s a Monster in my Closet:

    There’s a Monster in my closet. It watches me sleep. It smells me. Touches me. Breathes me. It whispers.

    Its odor lingers. Its sweat stains. Its memory scars.

    When the door closes. And when only the moon remains. It comes for me. There’s a monster in my closet.

    Please help.

35. THE HANGOVER

    He’d driven the same route home dozens of times while drunk.

    The next morning he woke and ambled out to the kitchen for food.

    Everything was gone!

    He went back to the bedroom; bed and furniture disappeared.

    He was puzzled, pacing alone for an eternity until the new tenants appeared.

36. THE FIRE SALE

    The thrift store find was a welcome addition to Charlie’s apartment, the only addition.

    Stained, threadbare, and smoky; the sofa wasn’t much, but it’d do.

    The fire alarm kept squelching, after unplugging the battery he slept hard.

    He dreamed of being warmed by a campfire, then becoming engulfed by it.

37. THEY HAVE A SWEET TOOTH

    The Hackle’s truly loved Halloween.

    Their yard brimmed with decorations of gravestones and skeletons.

    An endless flow of treats was kept inside.

    They enjoyed the escorted children in cute costumes who came by questing for candy.

    The couple thrilled over ones that arrived alone, they’re the most scrumptious of all.

38. MIRROR MIRROR

    Someone is watching me. She leans close to the glass, and stares. Her face is familiar, but her gaze is not. She washes the blood from her hands, but not once does she look away. When she is clean, she drags the body out; leaving me all alone once more.

39. I am Rex. I like to bite.
    I am good dog. Fred holds me, his badge flashing.
    People smell dead. Rotting. But they move.
    “Get back!”
    I leap to protect Fred.
    Hurts. I yelp.
    Darkness.
    But I get back up. Hungry.
    Fred smells delicious.
    I am Rex.
    I like to bite.

40. CAN I TAKE YOUR ORDER

    “I’ll take a single, small cone – dipped.”
    “Yes Sir . . .”

    “Split please, hold the cream – two spoons – I’ll share with my Husband”
    “Yes Ma’am . . .”

    “I’m in a hurry, the fresh one – bagged – I’ll burn her myself”

    “CHURN Sir, please use the correct . . .”

    “OKAY, vanilla, hold the sauce – I’ll CHURN it myself”

41. 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.

42. “STIFF ROOTS”

    She thought that the stiff roots of the plant was causing her inability to unearth it. The woman pulled and pulled and pulled yet it just wouldn’t come from the ground. She decided to use her trowel instead, but regretted it immediately, as the body’s finger emerged from the dirt.

43. The first time the scrimshaw pipe was used, grey plumes of smoke created shadowy faces in the candlelight. Each-time a familiar face arose in the vapors, the churchyard had another occupant. A face clear as a mirror appeared on the smoke, just as I heard a knock at the door.

44. THE COURIER

    While the clerk filed letters the P.O. Box door suddenly opened.

    Someone grabbed her, pulled her hand through; and severed it off the wrist.

    As screams of bloody terror rang out, the assailant disappeared.

    Months later when she returned to work with a prosthesis, there came a “Welcome Back” package.

45. First Date

    The man smiled. “I finally found the perfect woman!” he squealed with excitement. With his trembling hands, he straightened his crimson doused tie. He chuckled to himself, “Mother will be pleased with me.” He opened the trunk of his van, licking his lips, the man smiled. “Hello, beautiful.”

46. Grandpa’s chest

    The walnut chest had always sat by the fire, until Grandpa died, then it got moved to the attic, like Grandpa’s strange weapons.

    It took a few years for the grandkids to find the attic, then they dug in. Until they opened the chest. They ran screaming, the beast followed.

47. Just A Shadow, Right?

    I awoke in the middle of the night to a towering figure at my doorway! My heart crept into my throat. I quickly sighed in relief as I realized it was really just my coat hanging atop the door. That was until I heard the raspy voice whisper:

    “Hello Boy…”

48. Intruder

    In the silent darkness she hides from him.
    Her heartbeat drums in her ears.
    He’s getting closer.
    Her breath catches.
    He flips on the light.
    She thrusts the knife into his chest.
    He falls.
    She snuggles against him, whispering,
    “I told you; if I can’t have you, no one can.”

49. Intruder
    My thoughts scattered like the broken glass on the floor. I shivered as frigid air drifted inside. Squeezing my groceries, I held my breath— searching the darkness.
    Movement in the corner.
    He charged like a bull.
    I froze.
    The blade flashed.
    My eyes collapsed.
    My teeth clinched.
    And I waited.

50. TABLOID

    Oct. 14, 2019 – “ANCIENT CULT REVEALED IN WASHINGTON, D.C.!”
    Oct. 18, 2019 – “D.C. CULT RITUAL SACRIFICES – PHOTOS!”
    Oct. 23, 2019 – “SHADOW-MEN LURKING IN TABLOID OFFICES!”
    Oct. 27, 2019 – “BLOODY WARNING LEFT ON EDITOR’S DESK!”
    Oct. 31, 2019 – “FINAL ISSUE! EDITOR’S BODY PARTS JAM THE PRESSES!”

51. “Shore Leave”

    At sunset, when the old schooner tied up at the wharf, no one paid much mind. The harbor master noted in his log the crew were foreign, pale skinned and dark eyed, none seemed happy. By daybreak, the ship had left. Only bloodstains remained in the empty town.

52. The Attic

    Sleep hadn’t been my friend since the footsteps started over a month ago. Tonight, I would not be intimidated by a specter of the past that lived in the empty attic above my bed. Tonight, I would face him and give in to the whispers of pain and death finally.

53. Death Comes in Yellow

    Hungry and soulless yellow eyes held me unmovable and I knew in a flash that the nightmare had become real. Those bright glowing eyes promised a dark and painful death for me. The yellow eyes gave way to stained teeth dripping with my blood as my life faded to black.

54. On the Other Side
    Ever since the funeral she screams every time she sees me. I wish I could tell her that death hasn’t changed anything in my eyes. Maybe once I join her she’ll finally calm down. Or maybe I’ll be screaming then too.
    I guess there’s only one way to find out.

55. Take a Look

    Something is outside my window, waiting for me.
    I’m not going to look. Not this time. It can’t trick me again.
    The doorbell. I’m not falling for that either.
    The voice in my head, telling me to open my eyes.
    Well, if I can’t trust myself, who can I trust?

56. New Exhibits

    He took a stroll through the wax museum without a care in the world. The thought that something might be off didn’t occur to him, not even once he reached the serial killer wing. Two of the figures must have been new additions; they didn’t even have name plates yet.

57. The Impossible Dream

    This past year I’ve seen myself dying every time I fall asleep. It always happens the same way, but I know it doesn’t mean anything. After all, in my dream it’s my daughter who kills me.
    I know she’d never do that, and besides she’s been dead for a year.

58. Congratulations

    Nobody believed her when she said someone was sending her sinister messages.
    It became apparent that she’d have to take matters into her own hands.
    Whoever was trying to lure her in would have another thing coming this time. After they opened her package nobody would be an instant winner.

59. MEDITATION TAPES

    I’d been feeling odd recently, a bit anxious and not really myself. Someone suggested I try guided meditation, so I bought some tapes from the thrift store.

    It only made things worse when I heard my own voice play on the tapes, telling me to remember what happened and run.

60. The Admirer

    At night he watched her through the window. “Too beautiful for this earth,” he said. Her skin as smooth as an apple. Hair as soft as wool. Lips as pink as candy, screaming as he climbed inside. Lovely body sprawled on the floor. “Too beautiful for this earth,” he said.

61. No Return

    The tennis ball sailed over the decrepit fence, disappearing under the roots of a dead tree. Dark vines enveloped the ruins of a house.
    ‘Go get it,’ Miles’ sister snapped at him.
    ‘I can’t,’ he whispered. ‘One time I went over there and never came back.’

62. The End

    His eyes were bloodshot, and crimson trailed from his left nostril. I felt his jagged fingernails dig into my arm as he leaned close. ‘It’s too late to run,’ he hissed. ‘The infection has already spread. Look.’
    I glanced down at my shirt where blood from my nose had spattered.

63. In your sleep I reign, I crawl over your body as you watch my hideous protruding red eyes. Lucid dream you say, you’re in my possession, you feel me in your veins sucking your blood, you’re paralysed..you’re but a corpse.

    ‘You’ are next on the line. Simply..go to sleep tonight…

64. My Boy (REVISED)

    “Mom, I’m home”, Bob came back from school, looking pale.

    “Are you feeling feverish?”, I fussed.

    I reached out to feel his forehead. He didn’t have fever. But something was wrong.

    And then it struck me.

    The birthmark on his forehead was gone.

    Slowly, the boy looked up at me.

65. The Haunted House
    I entered the sinister house and tramped up its creaky wooden stairs towards the shut bedroom door , it opened. A terrifying spectre appeared; its long skeletal index finger pointed towards me . I fell backwards , colliding with walls and stairs , landing in a crumpled heap , dead.

66. Title: The Riot of the dead
    Walking down a silent city street, I heard a pleading and sorrowful hubbub.
    I waited right there and they passed by like a breeze. Little did I know, it was a mob of 49 people who died days back in a mass shooting that they had no idea about.

67. Apocalypse

    Silvana sat on the step. As the butcher’s knife thudded in the kitchen, she wept and cradled her young son while she could, just a month or two longer. Her daughter played in the dust of the barren yard, safe because she was female. Girls were breeders. Boys were food.

68. Towels

    The bath towel was askew. Maybe Ethel forgot to straighten it. But it kept happening and that troubled her.

    “Gran, rumple them all and you won’t notice you missed one.”

    That worked. Ethel forgot how mussed-up towels once troubled her.
    Until she suddenly found all the towels straight and even.

69. Rehab

    Magenta was a drug, her beauty marred by her malice. Like all addicts, I kept coming back for more. More fake love, more honest scorn.
    When I couldn’t take it any longer, I found a way to break my addiction.
    Funny. I always thought her blood would be, well, magenta.

70. The smell of rotting wood filled the air. I shifted my feet to the nearest door, and saw a shiny substance on the floor. It was blood. With trembling fingers, I turned the doorknob, and to my horror, saw a figure standing over another, holding a knife…
    Everything went black.

71. I shifted my feet to the nearest door, and saw a shiny substance on the floor. It was blood. With trembling fingers, I turned the doorknob, and to my horror, saw a figure standing over another, holding a knife… It looked at me, and dashed towards me.
    Everything went black.

72. The RAVN

    Was that the doorbell? At this hour?

    Since reliving a lost past in the Reality Augmenting Virtual Network, I can’t tell when I’m dreaming. My poster of Einstein moves as if alive. Maybe my recently departed love is too.

    The doorbell sounds again. I answer. The waiting zombie devours me.

73. Hyper Vigilant

    Horror movies never bothered me. They were always the things of make believe or superstitions. I will say they mess with me a little, they put me on guard. After watching them I am hyper vigilant, always looking out of the corner of my eye. Did I just see something?

74. Dream Tricks

    I had a dream. It was normal in every sense, same house, same me. Normal day, normal time. I heard a name. I repeated the name over and over. I invited the name in my house in the dream and immediately woke up. At my door was a knock.

75. Lost and Found

    “Do you want to grieve to death?” her husband asks.

    A voice wakes her. She hurries, following the laughter. Rounding the corner, anticipation meets silence.

    On her knees, she hears the car, wonders has she the courage?

    Yes, she decides, soon hearing, “Mama”.

    Reaching out, she draws her son close.

    1. Final Warning:

       My father’s final words weren’t a fond farewell, but the ramblings of a crazy man. “Remember to lock up.”

       But I craved freedom.

       I heeded the warning too late. Now, I hear the thing growing; slithering and bristling against the walls. Soon, it will need my space too.

    2. The Exit:

       You waken suddenly. Can’t breathe. Choking, gagging. Something crawls over your tongue. You reach your fingers into your mouth. Too late. A thousand legs scuttle down your esophagus.

       The pain’s almost unbearable, but it’s good. The creature is eating. Soon it will find it’s way out. It’s the only way.

76. The adolescent

    Six weeks after an arduous and successful exorcism, Brenda a pregnant adolescent delivers her daughter Miracle. With a room filled with nurses, loved ones and a healthy baby girl the occupiers suddenly felt the presence of something supernatural. The lights switched and the curtains moved. Something terrifying was about to come.

    1. Blizzard:

       I creep to the attic, cold seeping into my bones. 12 hours since the roof was cleared, 4 since the generator quit, 2 inches of clear glass allows me to see. Most homes have vanished into the vast sea of white. Hopefully, I won’t drop the shovel when I fall.

77. “Wake up, wake up,” yelled someone like my wife. I awoke to a new reality. Where everything I knew changed daily and souls or perceptions of reality made sense one day and no sense the next. They called it the Mandela effect. I call a closed time curved loop reality.

78. My Last Cry

    It moved in the murky water. Slowly, it began to rise. I stood frozen. Water dripped from dark, tangled, tendrils that cascaded over its skeletal body. Yellow eyes pierced mine.

    “Come!” it hissed and sprinted forward. It clutched my ankle, dragging me down along the muddy bank.

    “No!” I screamed.

79. The Device

    The man and the woman held hands and crept down the shadowy hallway. A dark door up ahead was ajar and through the crack, they could see the device. Its inhuman cold body held their flickering fate. With trembling hands they grasped it together. Oh the horror! Two pink lines.

80. NIGHT OF THE PUMPKINS

    Halloween was nearly over. Katie blew out the pumpkin, but it wouldn’t extinguish; it only flamed higher. The pumpkin angrily puked its guts onto Katie’s face and then rolled away.

    The pumpkins gathered and rolled across lawns, kids screaming. Old Mr. Davis, who hated Halloween, was the first to die.

81. Creepy, Crawly, Slimy Things

    On Halloween, don’t go outside when it’s dark. Strange things lurk in the dark–creepy, crawly, slimy things. Say, do you feel something crawling up your leg, around your stomach and up your back? Personally, I’m glad it found you, because I just got rid of it. Good luck, friend.

82. Night in October: Again

    There was creaking door and a cold wind again…

    I pressed my hand down upon my bed, and closed my eyes again…

    feeling your touch like a cool sheet, I imagined warm days and dinners with candles.

    When I opened my eyes it had only been the wind again.

83. Pressure

    I felt the pressure of her holding my hand as we took our seats. We were in love. The safety bar clicked, we started to move. More pressure from her hand as we turned upside down, the bar clicked again, one more turn, and I felt nothing…she was gone.

84. NIGHTMARE ON ELMO’S STREET

    “Ernie, wake up. He’ll get you while you sleep.
    Hey, what are you doing here?” asks Bert.
    “Elmo says Bert one that’s asleep.”
    Walls start to melt, and Elmo slashes Bert’s throat
    with his 4 blades, blood gushes everywhere.

    Ernie says, “Oh no, Bert’s dead!”
    ‘Elmo your boyfriend now Ernie.’

85. Should Have Used Mapquest

    Dialing, she gets out of the car.

    Zeke, I followed your directions but I’m lost . . . Wait, remember where those women were stabbed last year?

    “Yes, I’m quite familiar.”

    He sounds nearby. Turning, she sees him, something glinting in his hand. As he gets closer, she sees it isn’t a phone.

86. Bloodless
    “Bloodless?”
    “Yes.”
    “How?”
    “Like many dead things, treachery born of love.”
    “Dead things don’t speak.”
    “Am I speaking?”
    “I hear you.”
    “Perhaps it’s you.”
    “I’m dead too?”
    “Precisely.”
    “Should I…?”
    Obsidian talons, rattlesnake quick…
    her head rolled away, bloodless.
    “I am your last bloodless spawn unleashed upon the world, mother.”

87. Carpet

    My brain splattered on the wall, bits of bone and bodily fluids dribbled towards the floor. These remnants started leading lives of their own, gleefully exploring the world of carpet. While the hardships faced by these tribes were deemed insurmountable, colonies rose between the manipulated raw fibres like fruiting fungi.

88. Terrier

    Scum-crusted lips creaked as the thing attempted to sigh. A shimmer of ropy saliva seeped from an elongated nostril. Layers of sediment cracked under a gnarly tongue as it wrapped around the nosy terrier with a crisp shush. No bark, no whine, just unidentified matter in an ancient digestive tract.

89. Black Wings, White Walls:

    Standing in
    A room,
    Walls of white,
    Huge wings of black
    Sits on the table.

    Another boy’s
    Hand sails
    Through the wings.
    A shirt so white…
    Tormented by blood.

    He grabs
    A knife.
    He stabs
    My back.
    I feel
    Two long
    Cuts.

    “ Your turn
    To fly.
    To be
    Controlled.”

90. The Fussy Forest:

    The fierce fantasy forest falls fussy tonight.
    The cold, crawling creepy creature clutches a boy.
    The skinny serpent slips the boy into the stream.
    The scaly serpent splashes silently to swim smoothly.
    The greedy, giddy green serpent glides to the gloomy groaning boy and gorges and gobbles him up.

91. Horror Story Contest

    Ghosts can possess a writer’s fingers.
    Skeptically, I tried it for this contest
    Slowly…
    Ice crept through my veins, stealing my breath
    I shivered until my whole body froze, corpse-like
    My fingers attacked the keyboard on their own.
    Someone else’s words appeared one by one.
    Surrender.
    I won.
    RIP, writer.

    1. Lost

       Walking. Lost to the music blaring from your app. It turns from afternoon to night.
       Stars twinkle, a hand reaches; grabbing the earbuds from your ears.
       Turning to curse, instead you scream.
       Blood red eyes, inhuman mouth; dripping with black saliva.
       Pain.
       Your life drifting. Fuel for the monsters hunt.

    2. I tried to edit this post – and then tried to delete it, no success (I posted my revised version)

    3. I was not successful in editing or deleting my first post titled “Horror Story Contest” – The only version I wish to post here is titled “The Ghost Wins the Contest” —

       any suggestions on how to delete the older post??

92. Hell’s Kitchen

    “This place has great tacos! So tasty, so much heat, they literally burn your soul.”
    “What’s it called?”
    “Hell’s Kitchen!”
    “Why ?”
    They both bit into their taco’s, then a voice from the kitchen ,
    “Because your soul is mine!” as flames burned them from the inside out.

    1. Forever and Always

       I leaned into his chest. It was much softer than it once was, but I couldn’t blame him. He hadn’t been the same since the fall.

       “You’ll never have to work again.” I whisper on his rotting lips. His vacant, white eyes staring with only into mine.

       Only mine.

    2. (Edit)
       Hell’s Kitchen

       “This place has great tacos! So tasty, so much heat, they literally burn your soul.”
       “What’s it called?”
       “Hell’s Kitchen!”
       “Why ?”
       They both bit into their taco’s, then a voice from the kitchen growled,
       “Because your soul is mine!” as flames burned them from the inside out.

       1. Trick-or-Treaters from below

          “Or treat,” Jax speaks looking towards the basement door as he is lead back to the housewarming party, still clutching the bag of treats he tried to throw downstairs.

          12:01
          Ouch! Lollipop sticks and candy stones deliver their blows. “You choose trick!” the wind coming from the basement shrieks and throws.

93. The Ghost Wins the Contest

    Ghosts can possess a writer’s fingers.
    Skeptically, I tried it for this contest
    Ice crept through my veins, stealing my breath
    I shivered until my whole body froze, corpse-like
    My fingers attacked the keyboard on their own.
    Someone else’s words appeared one by one.
    Sorry, writer – this is
    The End

94. The Necromancers

    White-hot moonlight washes their cloaked bodies as they circle dance ’round the effigy of the parrot-man.

    To false gods of greed and growth, they chant as the earth wilts beneath their shadow steps.

    They reach for us with cold, dead hands as dark magic smothers our land.

95. A BLOOD NIGHT Stabbed,dying screams of the victim. The villian laughing hysterically,”you’ll be wasted”. He moved toward me a knife pionted to my neck, like an angry terrorist. Horror filled my soul. Eyes closed. I felt a cold hand “wake up”. it was just a dream.

96. Darkness

    Darkness is on the other side
    “Why run?” It laughed.
    I looked at my scabbed feet
    I picked them to distract my thoughts
    The scabs fell off and blood seeped
    Spiders crept out the wounds
    They opened the window and it laughed again.
    “You can never hide forever.

97. WENDIGO

    Three weeks into our camping trip we got stuck. John ate stevia leaves while my hunger howled. Sometimes I could see it; it had a slow gait, and could unzip the tent with its long fingers. It beamed at me in the night and whispered in my mind, “feed.”

98. Surprise Party

    “Honey, I have a surprise for you!” he exclaimed, his voice quivering with excitement. She was intrigued. Her husband wasn’t usually one for grand gestures. Standing behind her, he affixed the blindfold snugly around her head. Reaching beside him, he raised the hatchet, then swung as hard as he could.

99. Not Your Mother’s Horror Story

    “The call came from your number. . . “

    “Oh my God! Is this a sick joke?”

    “He’s in the house with you.”

    “Is this where you tell me to get out now?”

    “No.”

    “I want the call traced!”

    “No need.”

    Dial tone, footsteps, and he walks into the room. With an ax.

100. Halloween Fun

     Melanie watched in the mirror as her skin slid off her face.

     “What’s happening?” she screamed.

     “Your problem is Halloween,” said her sister, Nora.

     Holding a butcher knife in her hand, Nora stabs Melanie.

     “See? It’s all in fun.”

     “Help me,” Melanie pleads, as blood bubbles out of her mouth.

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