$500 Halloween 50 Horror Word Story Contest 2019

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2. The Raccoon
   Grey and black, big as a cat, sitting by the alley. A raccoon. She’d seen those before, but when it turned, human eyes stared back, when its mouth opened, white human teeth sparkled. It spoke, “Just go home.” She did. A body without eyes and teeth lay on her porch.

3. “Mummy, look. I can touch the ceiling…”
   Mother ignores her son.
   “Mummy. Look up…”
   “Mummy’s busy…” she says, turned the other way.
   “But look…”
   “Aidan- stop-“ she turns her head to look at him.
   Aidan’s hands ARE touching the ceiling above, his arms completely bitten off at his bloody shoulders.

   1. Title : ToUcH

4. Facemask

   It was strange sitting in a dentist’s chair in a costume shop. The salesman lit incense and left to get the most realistic mask she had ever seen. Slowly, she lost consciousness. He administered the fatal dose, then made an incision and began to lift her face off the bone.

5. Policy

   The child clung tightly to the man who always kept her safe, but the current swirled and bounced them, pulled them under, gasping water into darkness and spit them out on the shore, side by side, face down and bloating. The yellow haired monster smiled, “See it’s working,” he growled.

   1. Too Late by M Ennenbach

      Rancid drippings fell from the rusted gutter. Like tar, it oozed hungrily towards him. He stared in confusion with mouth agape up. He felt a drop hit his cheek as it poured faster. Before he could react it was in his mouth. Down his throat. His gag reflex too late.

   2. HAUNTED HOUSE

      Shuffling sounds. Eyes tightly closed, she lay there, her sweating body rigid. Had it been a dream? The shuffling continued around her bed, and stopped. Heart thumping, she sensed an unfriendly presence. Someone sat on the bed. Heavy breathing. So it wasn’t a story. Sharp, cold metal at her throat…

6. Huddled by M Ennenbach

   She felt the eyes upon her. Burning into her flesh. The low rumble of chanting surrounded her as she trembled and tried to make herself smaller. The blade, the first of many, pierced into her supple flesh without warning. The chants grew louder. The world blurred into fire and agony.

7. Dock by M Ennenbach

   He walked alone down the mossy pier. The moon was swollen in the sky above. The waves slapped against wooden boards beneath his feet covering the wet slap of the form rising behind him. He stared into the water, unaware of the horror right behind him watching with murderous intent.

8. Attic by M Ennenbach

   The attic was filled with discarded mementos. She hated coming up the rickety ladder into the dusty room. The last time she had found mother’s doll collection and screamed in terror. Now, as she looked around, she found one of them missing. The sound of little feet came at her.

   1. This is an excellent spooky story.

9. RIGHTEOUS FIRE by Chris Miller

   The flames lick and her skin bubbles. Her screams are laughter. The righteous snarl at her contempt.
   “To Hell, witch!” they cry in unison.
   Still she laughs. Higher, more madly than before. Their horror swells. She’s not been defeated, but released. This was her desire all along.
   She has won.

10. Nice Kitty

    The big cat lapped at the flowing liquid. Distant city sounds pushed into the narrow alley’s thick air. A slanted, strangled light fell on the scene from a room far above, reflecting four bloodied bodies. The animal licked bits of flesh from its paws and stepped out to hunt again.

11. The Inheritance by Tristan Drue Rogers

    A picturesque home in the country.
    His late uncle kept the house immaculate except for one room.
    After the honey moon, his wife walked in to vacuum.
    As he went after her, she was standing beside his uncle.
    He’d make them honest, he told them.
    Till death did they part.

12. BIG-EYED LITTLE LAMB
    I awoke groggy, hazily looking at the baby monitor. Hearing him coo, I forced myself up to check his crib. When I looked down, I found him smiling at me. But I felt something else staring back at me too. I looked harder into the darkness, there it was.
    “Peekaboo.”

13. My Brother Gets Released Today

    There was this tarantula that lived in the light fixtures of my bedroom. When my brother walked in, because he’s bad, the spider with the red Converse high-tops climbed into his ear, making him go insane. If it’s not taken out, he’d stay crazy. He’s the crazy one, for sure.

14. The Horror of The Supermarket

    My wife found these kick-butt jeans for sale.
    Due to extraneous circumstances at a party, she tore them.
    When we went to the store to return them, they wouldn’t uphold pricing.
    THE HORROR.
    We needed twenty bucks more to afford a new pair.
    Clipping coupons, THE HORROR consumes us daily.

15. The Proofreader’s Curse

    The struggling newspaper chose the wrong person to fire when making cutbacks. “I hope your next issue is riddled with typos,” she muttered bitterly as she cleaned out her desk. She got her wish with the next day’s headline: “Fire brakes out in new condom complex; residence forced to flea.”

16. Sour Ball

    Abby swallowed the candy too soon. It almost blocked her windpipe, but hard gulping forced it down. Immediately, the brown peacoat *whumped* off the coat rack. The neck rose up like a giant snake. It twitched and humped toward her. Frozen with fear, she vomited, and the coat went slack.

17. Posted before I saw the comment about signing up. Here it is again.

    RIGHTEOUS FIRE by Chris Miller

    The flames lick and her skin bubbles. Her screams are laughter. The righteous snarl at her contempt.
    “To Hell, witch!” they cry in unison.
    Still she laughs. Higher, more madly than before. Their horror swells. She’s not been defeated, but released. This was her desire all along.
    She has won.

    1. The first fall
       by Hyäne Sawbones

       The wind blew through her hair. An easy choice to make. Smile lines snuck out past velocity. Smile lines at knowing he watched, helplessly, as she plummeted away from him, cascading to the safety of the ground. End in impact. But then she heard, his wet screamed laughter behind her.

18. Here Today, Gone Tomorrow

    Badger, my bulldog, loved to chew on toys—sometimes too roughly.
    One night after drinking, he cuddled next to me.
    I awoke with a hangover, wanting sustenance, noticing a strange color covered all over Badger.
    I couldn’t snap my fingers to call him over. They were gnawed to the bone.

19. The Table

    My heart pounded in my chest as my eyes searched the dark room. I was silent as I sat holding my knees to my chest underneath the table.

    I heard the floor creak. My eyes quickly shifted to the left to see her old, yellow fingers dangling from the table.

20. CLIMACTERIC

    The heat rushed up through her body as the sweat poured down her cheeks.
    Another ‘episode’ of her being out of control had come and gone. She sat alone in her parked car waiting for the moment to pass. Her erratic behavior could no longer be hidden. She screamed, “MENOPAUSE!”

    1. I’m going through it to.

21. D. J. T. By Faith Handley

    The Cheeto. The Orange. The Orangutan in a suit and tie.

    Nicknames for the scariest being yet. I still cannot believe we have yet to parish underneath his terror .. and his stupidity.

    2016 was the year my living nightmare began, and 2020 is the year I pray it ends.

22. Doom Awaits When There’s No Formula
    I rummage around in the fridge, and my heart stops. No! I whirl around and search the cupboard. NO! We’re out! I turn to the baby in my arms, and she grins at me, as if relishing the horror to come. I’m texting Mom when she screams me into oblivion.

23. The Thieving Monster
    I read the letter, and my blood went cold. No. This couldn’t be. It just couldn’t! I rushed out the door and into the street, my heart pounding. Oh, God, let this only be a dream!
    “WHERE’S MY FREE TACO COUPON, YOU MONSTER?!” I screamed.

24. The Painter

    He painted the interiors of her new house. One man, an entire house. At her mother’s, he seemed harmless, engaging even, as he touched up her elegant dining room. But now, living under her roof while completing the job, the manic history came out. You get what you pay for.

    1. Other
       “I love walking through these old cemeteries.”
       “Me too! The tombstones expressed entire lives with just a few words.”
       “Like this one. Hiram Smith: Father.”
       “Or this one,” Sharon said. “Delilah Johnson: Wife and Mother.”
       “I’ve got one,” Dave said slowly, brushing away the moss. “Sean Preston. Other.”
       THE END

25. WORST FEAR

    “You need to confront your darkest fears to get better,” the state psychiatrist told me, holding a DVD .
    “I think fear led you to kill those 17 people.”
    He put the DVD in the machine and hit “Play”.
    The opening credits to “Steel Magnolias” came on.
    I screamed and screamed.

26. GOING POSTAL

    The mail box gently shook and the thick smell of sulphur emanated from inside. Lightning sparked and the sound of shrieking banshees came from within. A thick spider dropped from the box’s corner, dangling on its gossamer strand.
    I knew, as the howls grew, it was my monthly mortgage bill.

    1. Truly terrifying;-)

27. THE NIGHTMARE
    What am I doing here?

    Everything was different. The clothes. The building.

    Everything.

    Suddenly, I stood against a wall. Five men in strange uniforms, speaking a strange language, stood nearby.

    A command came. They pointed their rifles at me.

    Then I woke up.

    Only to experience it again every night.

28. WARNING FROM THE FUTURE
    The voice boomed at me, but I instantly recognized it.

    It was mine!

    A future version of myself was standing there, warning me about what was to come in my life.

    How? Why?

    “You must not be in Rockport on August 15. If you are, dozens will perish.”

    What now?

    1. Don’t go back to Rockville. Michael Stipe

29. WAKING UP

    I had no idea where I was.

    I woke up in some kind of bed, unable to move.

    No one was around me. No one.

    Where was I? Hell?

    I gradually figured out that I was in a hallway. In what seemed like a hospital.

    What happened? Would I survive?

30. THE MIRROR IMAGE

    I rubbed my eyes. This can’t be true!

    I looked in the mirror, but I didn’t see myself.

    Instead, what looked right back at me was a bloody, headless torso. Of a woman, even.

    What the hell?

    She – it – pointed a bloody, bony finger at me.

    I was doomed.

31. Wendigo
    I ran through the forest not sure which way to go. It was clawing through the trees just behind me. I don’t dare look back at the hairless skinny mutant. I saw it eating a human, and now it wants to eat me.

32. Cursed

    I caught them whispering in the kitchen the day after my birthday bash, but they refused to talk.
    When they finally told me they’d found the bones of little kitty Snowtoes in the ashes of the bonfire we’d lit to celebrate my milestone, I was convinced I was a witch.

33. OVERNIGHT

    The medication was new. It made her sleepwalk, but no more depression. Thanksgiving morning would be beautiful, especially with the new baby. Their second. She yawned, stretched, and went over to the crib. No baby, but a lukewarm turkey. She ran to the kitchen for the oven, left on overnight.

    1. Wow! What a whammy

    2. Ambien!

34. Mr. Delicate

    Cigarettes lead to cancer, but not always.
    During his smoke breaks we called him Mr. Delicate. He’s a weary-eyed busybody.
    He had us reinforce the doors and windows.
    I was never happier than when he went out to smoke and the zombies came, tearing us apart. His face was priceless.

35. The Plastic Anarchist

    Gib lived as any liberal arts student could, by burning bridges, instigating expulsion. His father was infuriated.
    His girlfriend helped him exhibit his rebellions into an art show.
    Opening night, Gib’s girlfriend led his parents through.
    Gib’s father applauded as his son drowned in an aquarium of purified spring water.

36. BAD TIMING

    Tonight, Greg and Danny break into the Johnson house and snatch up the valuables. The boys creep through darkness, past lampposts and towering trees until they reach their treasure. “Just like we planned,” Greg says. But it seems that someone has already collected. There is blood all over the walls.

37. You’ll take care of my body

    As usual, I close my eyes and savor the strong aroma of my coffee.
    The soft scratching of my dogs’ nails in the door reminds me of your last words.
    It wasn’t ease, but was attainable. Takes me so long to realize, it’s starting to smell. The dogs must know.

38. CHILDHOOD LESSONS

    Annabelle drags her naked Dolly down the hallway. Dolly’s head ricochets off creaking floorboards. Dolly was stripped for lifting her skirts around men. Annabelle scrapes the sharpest kitchen knife along the wallpaper. Tonight, before he visits her, Annabelle will teach step-dad not to touch things he shouldn’t touch.

    1. Chills.

39. After the hurricane

    There’s no much left of it, I can see the front yard now.
    The bones are coming through my both broken legs.
    ¡If I close my eyes, if the pain just stop, if the ceiling just smashed my head!
    I better die soon, but the rats won’t wait. They’re here.

40. CURIOSITY REWARDED

    While Billy sleeps off his adventures, legless spiders descend. Scorched ants, smashed lightning bugs, and a chipmunk who gurgled out its last breaths with pellets in its lungs rise from beneath the bed. Robins eviscerated by a dull pocketknife beat their wings upon his window. Tonight, they satisfy their curiosity.

    1. Thumbs up.

41. The day we all died
    It was just a normal gloomy day. Until the power instantly went out. The walls became wet I couldn’t tell from what. Till the power came back, the walls were drenched in blood. Lifeless bodies were everywhere . My hands were clenching a bloody ax. What had I done?

42. Blood scented
    I felt large arms wrap around my neck. I tried to scream but it was too late. I breathed in for the last time I smelt blood from the large arms. I wasn’t his first victim. Oh no my sister! I thought as my life being drained out of me.

43. It was time. I had been ill for along time, but after tonight, it would all be over. Death had promised me he would come for me tonight. As I layed there, ingulfed with pain, death came just as he had promised, and took away my pain. He caried me to land of happiness where there was no pain.

44. The Bargain

    By the time it was in my hands I was so thirsty I drank the whole thing. I hadn’t meant to, but it was so deliciously sweet. They said it wouldn’t kill me, and I’d hoped that part was true until the first one crawled out from under my fingernail.

45. EVIDENCE OF FUTURE BLISS

    Janae tiptoes across the plush carpet in Bryson’s office, looking for signs of an impending engagement while he sleeps in their bed. In the desk drawer, she finds a receipt for nylon rope, duct tape, rubber gloves, bleach, shovel, tarp, and reciprocating saw. In addition, a half-dozen dirty wedding rings.

46. Wanted:

    I still have no idea why I’m here handcuffed to a medal table in my pajamas …
    a few people walked by gawking through the window!
    I scuff to myself “Like I can’t see them?” I shake my head what the hell did I do? I can’t remember the past few days!

    The door swings open and slams against the wall and a short bald beer bellied guy strolls in and slams a manila folder in front of me yelling …

    “Why did you do it?” I slide my eyes from him to a tall athletic man who had followed in behind him. “Don’t you look at him, I’m talking to you … answer me!!” he shouts.

    “Hey, hey; calm down Domínguez!” give her a chance to speak.
    I glance down at the folder, then back up at the dude who’s breath smelled like corn chips and sigh.

    He slams his fist down grumbling “Useless woman; I know you did this … as he waves his chubby finger at the file … ‘then theirs all that blood … he yelled!
    For the first time I glanced myself over; blood soaked my hands were sticky I began to panic; then I caught the scent. I glanced up through my lashes; my eyes flickered to each of the men.

    I was no longer shackled to the table and both men began to move away from me to hover in a corner, I smiled through my gritted teeth …
    “You were saying??” I whispered.

47. Diary of A Vampire.

    I switched the light on as I was having a nightmare,I was amazed seeing my room walls covered with blood.I tried to scream but I couldn’t.I felt cold blood running down my body,I started licking it,Yummy I was addicted to it.That how I became a vampire!

48. Long Limbs at the E.R.

    The patient’s arm began itching excessively at home. Not long after, her pores formed a large, pus-filled boil, which eventually sprouted a dozen spider-like legs, moving, almost dancing, without distance.
    Screaming in panic, she ran into a bus at full stop, yet she survived.
    Her arm, however, was never recovered.

49. Continuation of Solitude
    The last person on earth sits in a room. It’s locked. It’s been years since they’ve had the nourishment of any company. Then, a knock is heard. They rush to the door, take the locks down, open it… Noone’s there. They’re left wondering if they heard anything.

50. Don’t Speak

    Blood dripped from beneath his shirt. His heart raced faster as his legs attempted to keep up. Down the dark hallway he went, only turning once he’d reached the end. There it was, crawling, in all it’s dark glory. With clawed hands stretched toward the boy, the end was near.

51. “The Paper House”
    The window is open. Everything is fastened before bed. Yet, here in the late hours I stare at its maw agape and its curtains thrashing. What demon crawled, clawed or danced inside? The night breaths its cryptic answer into my home with a low keening moan. The window is open.

52. “You Are Not Dreaming”

    *Thump*

    “Hey-Ivana, is that you? I’m trying to sleep!”

    *Thump*

    “Why are you in the dark in the corner like that?”

    *Thump*

    “What… what is that?!”

    *Thump*

    “Holy God. I have to be dreaming.”

    *Thump*

    When the screaming began, Ivana, gratefully and trembling, stayed very quiet inside the closet.

53. The Box
    I’m not afraid of the dark. That isn’t the problem. The insects don’t bother me either. Though from time to time, I reflexively shake them off. The box is not even that claustrophobic. The problem is the six feet of dirt on top of the box.

    1. I like all three, and their twisted punchlines.

54. Limbs
    My legs have been replaced with prosthetics. There’s still pain, but I get around better than before, with springy bounds. I spring-sprint to the drugstore; buy gauze and painkillers. Back home, the workbench vice holds my left arm. My right hands holds the saw. The new arm will be better.

55. Mars
    “Caves will be ideal habitats for the first humans on Mars.” That statement proved false; the latter part, not the former. Fresh off the historic landing, the NASA-led crew went straight for the closest cave, only to find it occupied—stacked to the rear and roof with mummified human bodies.

56. Agoraphobia

    My lungs catch fire as the air thins. My heart pounds, slowly being dragged upward until its thumping fills my ears. Puddles form in my hands, my pits, my thighs. Caterpillars are chewing through my stomach. They morph into butterflies. Trapped by my ribs, they burst inside of my chest.

57. Floating
    Abandoned left floating. the water is freezing making my body numb. it’s so dark I can’t tell where the shore is, I’m tired and my arms are heavy. a hand grabs my leg slowly pulling me under. I can’t fight I watch as my air leaves and the surface fades.

58. Dinner
    I’m staring at the ceiling. my visions blurry I can’t feel my body, I can’t move. the figures above me are laughing enjoying the company of the others, forks and knives coming at me. their taking chunks they put it in their mouths. I’m watching as they eat me

59. Midnight snack
    a young girl late at night taking a shortcut home. a man behind her grabs her and moves his mouth to her neck. he sinks his fangs in she doesn’t make a sound. slowly she goes pale her body falls limp and her eyes fog and gently close.

60. Circus closed
    A young boy lost under the bleachers. the smell of popcorn fills the air. a glove rest on his shoulder. behind him a white face, red nose, and rainbow hair. no help the smile moves towards him. a balloon shoved in his face. the crowd muffles the boys screams.

61. Stuck in a Loop

    I’m going to die, I think as I notice the blade the masked person produces. We are in a dead-end street with no light. I notice another figure coming when I’m stabbed… I grow limp and stare at myself, carrying a broken piece of glass and slitting my murderer’s throat.

62. Let Me In

    I pound on the front door on my neighbor’s house.
    “Please!” I scream, knowing that I won’t be saved in time. I still try anyways. “Help me! Let me in! Wake up!”

    As I die hidden from sight, I see my neighbor open the door and let my murderer inside.

63. burned alive
    Something doesn’t feel right. You open your eyes from a deep sleep. Everything is on fire and slowly working its way towards you. Sleep paralysis has taken control of your body and you cant get up to runaway. Forced to lay there watching, smelling, and hearing as you burn alive.

64. Bad dream
    I’m laying in bed, my eyes are getting heavy. I feel a hand reach under the covers lightly tickling the bottoms of my feet. Panicking I raise up to see a pale white figure with no face standing over top of me humming the words to “twinkle… Twinkle… Little Star…”

65. Bloody Wagers…

    Screams filled the dark space. In the corner, a bloodied body faced me. It was no longer alive. In the distance, I could hear a man speaking.

    “If you enjoyed that gruesome kill, the beast certainly has more in store.”

    Then, someone tugged my chain.

    “You’re next,” They laughed, devilishly.

66. Monsters under the bed

    Dylan had been put to bed by his father for fear of the monsters under the bed.
    Later, he woke up for a wee-wee . His feet tapped the floor lightly clambering out of bed.
    One step is what he took before he was swept silently from underneath the bed.

67. BAD FEEDBACK

    You: Items arrived broken. Seller unhelpful and rude!!
    Seller: Items exactly as seen in photos! Time waster! Avoid!!!
    You: Seller made threats! Reported!!
    Later, door smashed in, he’s here, vulture mask, knife.
    The last words you hear before your throat is sliced open:
    “Leave me bad feedback, eh time waster?”

68. Three wicked witches – blood sisters nonetheless!

    Six evil eyes cast fiendish terror! Impossible mission to escape wrath of accursed, creepy, and glowering hatefulness. They prowl every hallway. Each lurks ready to cast nasty spell. Out their mouth putrid sinister venom spewed at unlucky passerby. Once poisoned by deadly toxin, the unsuspecting victim forcefully initiated into coven.

69. I can’t wait until 100+ days from tomb morrow!

    Cuz… ghost of honor promises none other than spirit Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore. Though long deceased, his nominated serial presence bewitches most popular teenage gone ever gone to soon heart throb (bing in his hand) lady and the tramp killer. I make no bones. This numbskull would never miss ghoulish event.

    1. Satan’s Feast

       The lifeless body of an obese black man materialized before me as I watched from my hiding place. Knives dripped with blood as Satan worshiping cannibals sliced meat from the cadaver – a audible gasp escaped my lips – all eyes focused on me – I knew I was next.

70. Snake light

    I’m at my desk when the lights flicker. It reminded me of horror films. I saw my colleagues’ faces changing to flickering lights. Between beast and human. A cliche, I thought turning back to work. Looking at my fingers on the keyboard, I saw snake tails instead. And I freaked.

71. Family bond

    I’m proud, said my son standing right behind me. I was having dinner. I’m proud, he repeated. To be your son. I’m proud, he said, because you show me the way. Heart swelling with love, I fed him some of the flesh of his mother- the woman we both hated.

72. Trick or Treat

    I empty the bag of all my loot. A bright red apple rolls onto the table. I bite into it. It’s sweet and delicious until I taste blood. It’s dripping down my chin. My fingers are red. My sister looks on in horror. I felt no pain from the razorblade.

73. Night Visitor

    Six months after his death, I am sound asleep in my room. I awake suddenly in the middle of the night. A large dark shadow is hovering next to my bed. Startled, I gasp loudly and it is gone. My heart is pounding. Then I remember, it is his birthday.

74. APTLY EVER AFTER

    His proposal came in front of her family and friends. The delicate floral dress with long sleeves she wore covered the bruises. Everyone stared at the ring and her face. They thought she was in shock. The next day she planned to be a widow before she became a bride.

75. ” NIGHT AT CEMETERY”
    The bullies outside and the dead resting inside. The screeching of old cemetery door was taking my breath away. Filled with fear I took my first step towards the graves.Just going inside was not the task, more dreadful was the thought of digging a grave and burying a ‘crucifix’…

76. “THE PSYCHOPATH CAUSED SHIPWRECK”
    Her cries and voice begging me for help haunted me every single moment since I the only survivor of shipwreck returned.The sight of that dreadful day when blue sea turned into red.A group of psychopath destroyed pleasant journey to a dead ending.

77. 404 BAD GATEWAY

    Unhinged. Something pinged in the wiring of his brain. Hard drive went haywire, black screened, blue screened, hacked, hacked, hacked, the hacking out of eyes and tongues and nipples… such pretty jewelery for his neck. Virus. Corrupted files. The smart app he used to record them undressing. Everything went black.

78. CAB RIDE

    Back seat, drugged, she sees hacked off ears from domestic cats dangling on the rear-view mirror. Her driver is whistling Gary Numan’s “Cars”, as glittering goods in store windows stream past her window. Neon adverts, 24-hour clubs, blink, flash, these urban constellations. And she – her lights about to go out.

79. She realizes that she was in the room and how come she reached here.
    Then she feels like she is moving backward and the house is moving forward. After a few seconds, she feels being in a room. It is a white color room with no windows no door; she gets tensed, and start to scream and suddenly now she feels being inside of water with full of snakes and spiders and someone his pushing her body inside water and she is struggling for breath and after few movements. she realizes no more external force is pushing her inside. she quickly swims upwards to the light and when she reaches the upper layer. finds herself in the river. She is now totally confused and fearfully. She thinks what is happening to me and then she then swims towards the shore and notices her beside is a dark forest.
    She starts running into the forest and she feels someone is her behind and she starts running faster, she falls down. Then something happens to her and the head start to pain and find herself inside the white room again, and her clothes are not dirty and no water over her clothes and now she is being tied in the chair and her mouth is stitched with thread and floating in the air.

80. THE SNOOZE-IN INN

    Sarah had to sleep here for a week: the creepy Snooze-In Inn. She startled awake on the first night, puzzled to find the toilet seat up. Again, the second night. Night three: a shadow, water splashing, hand on her flesh.

    “Shower time,” he growled. “Join me. You reek of death.”

81. DOLL EYES

    Vintage dolls lined the antique bureau at this old B&B. Before going to bed, Megan turned the dolls around, blue-marble-eyes facing flowered wallpaper. She woke in the night, moonlight illuminating eyes . . . doll eyes.

    “Playtime, Megan,” said a child’s voice. “We may be old but we’re not dead. Not yet.”

82. FAT CATS

    Halloween Eve, cats gather. They scratch, they claw, digging deep into the wood and steel of locked doors all over town. Finally, one door creaks open, an elderly man. “Please, no. I’m allergic. Asthma.”

    Wheezing, screams, screeching meows . . . the only sounds; the man never found. Fat cats.

83. Just a Dream

    The mad man is coming with a long knife. You scream your wife’s name and suddenly wake up. You sigh with relief. She is ok, asleep on the bed beside you. You kiss her cheek, her head turns and rolls onto the floor. Only then do you see the blood.

84. “Gruesome Nightmare”

    Their decaying bodies made them look like they had been dead for years. Pus oozed from the lacerations that covered their bodies, and drool poured from their mangled jaws. James shoved his family in a closet as the two dogs lunged forward. Shots rang out and the house went dark.

85. The Family

    The buzz saw wheezed like an old man’s lung cancer. The crisp finality of the arm bone disconnected from the shoulder bone was complete. He wiped his brow leaving a maroon streak over his left eye. His handywork was rough and exquisite. Almost done with the entire family, he thought.

86. The Eyes

    “What happened to it’s eyes?” The ‘it’ being the pale little girl with dirty blonde pigtails. Red looking marbles floated where eyes were supposed to be. It blinked as it stared at the two way mirror. While official men in official uniforms decided what to do, ‘it’ decided for them.

87. Melanie’s Story

    Melanie’s white knuckles pried at the meaty fingers engulfing her spindly neck. The dangerous hands laced themselves in an ever tightening grip above her collarbone. Melanie’s head quivered in a spasm, lips parted wide, twisted into a facsimile of a horrific yawn. It was not supposed to end like this.

88. Worst Fear Realized (or not)
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    Why am I blindfolded and what else is here? Some crouching serial killer? Roaches or rats that’ll swarm when I fall asleep? Toxins that’ll leech the air and blood from my lungs? Spikes that’ll impale my feet if I take a step?

    Or is it… OH GOD NO! NOT THAT!

89. Shower for 2

    Warm water flows down your naked body. You close your eyes. Peter joins you, his hands gently apply shampoo to your hair. You reach up to grab his slippery fingers, feel the hair on his knuckles. These are not Peter’s hands! You taste soap as one hand smothers your scream.

90. The Sudden Stop

    *SNIKT* *THUD* My eyes are open, but I don’t know where I am. There are people gathered around. I try to speak, but only garbled sounds emerge. Why am I so low on the ground? The sun glints upon something metallic. My scream is silent, as the bloodied guillotine rises.

    1. Josephs Grandfather always kept the Harlequin marionette in a chest at night in the attic of his house“to stop the little fellow going for a wonder” he told Joseph as a boy.when he died the puppet started eating the old mans hart it had taken.

91. The Octopus

    Lines and curves slid carelessly from the graphite pencil poking a hole in the paper, missing the ink sac but piercing one of the three hearts. The blue blood burst out, burning my fingers. While reaching for a towel, a suckered arm pulled me into the drawing, screaming.

92. In explainable, how an amusing place in the morning could be so horrendous at night. It was a remote island where I was sent for ‘THE RESEARCH”. Even though it was only me still I felt presence of someone. Something I just can only feel.

93. The picnic

    Across from me in the train compartment, an old couple sits, holding a small cloth-wrapped bundle. Their lunch, I assume. Exhausted, I ignore the spot of dark red seeping through the cloth. I wake to the old woman leaning forward, a knife in her hand. Then the tunnel swallows us.

94. Halloween Party

    “Oh, hi! Come in! It’s great to see you! What’s it been, six months? The Easter party, that’s right!
    Jared? He’s out.
    Just toss your coat over there. The closet? No, don’t open. . .
    . . .yes, it’s a mess. Don’t worry, your body will fit in there, too. Jared wasn’t that tall.

95. RBC

    Infant I was, born in darkness, yet mingled happily with innocent siblings in the huge pipe. Suddenly a chemical message appeared: ‘Work until Death!’ Even before a gasp something pressed me. My brain squeezed out! Then it loaded me with gases and pushed me into a capillary reverberated with sobs.

96. Title: Shared Source

    Despite lacking other symptoms of mental illness, they constantly feel they are being watched, alone or not, and that the “watching” comes from a specific direction. Combining reports pinpointed the area of the “source”. There, the afflicted further perceived the source was underground, near an oak tree. Cause remains unknown.

97. Unlikely Visitor

    There was a knock at my door.
    “Strange,” I thought.
    It was a quarter past four.
    Though the witching hour had passed, and I laid my fears to rest.
    My heart suddenly stopped dead in my chest.
    Baby girl was home.
    Back from Hell I was so sure she roamed.

98. Run to Red
    The electrophoresis gel congealed into something three times normal thickness; somehow the biological sample was using it to re-assemble itself. It rocketed across the gel cradle, trying to reach the red wire, the one connected to electricity. Then, and only then, the new life contained within would fully commence.

99. “Gone”
    Was it a sound that woke me? Hunger? Did I need to go to the bathroom? I didn’t know. I crept from my room, careful to be quiet as not to wake the children. Peering into the baby’s room I see the window. The sliced screen. The crib is empty.

100. “Trapped”
     The eyes staring back at me were mine…but not mine. I saw myself in the mirror, but that…was not me. It smiled using my face. Teeth showing. Predatory. Alone in my mind the silent scream echoed. No one could hear me. I’m trapped. It winks at me and turns away.

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