$500 Halloween 50 Horror Word Story Contest 2019

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1. NEW BORN KILLER

   She had been laughing as he carved the knife through her child swollen stomach. Laughing hysterically as blood pooled out around them in the alleyway with the screams of his soon to be protégé.
   “Go to Hell!” she laughed, pale from the blood loss.
   “Don’t worry, you’ll meet me there.”

2. Jack in the Box

   I bang on the wood. My fingers bleed and nails break. I scrabble and scratch. I can hear their voices. I shout, scream. Why can’t they hear me?
   They grow fainter, dissolving in an ever increasing roar. I’m unbearably hot.
   Again I shout, scream, “I’m not dead!”

   Not yet, Jack.

3. The Neighbor

   After the grisly, unexplained deaths, my neighbor’s apartment stood vacant – quiet for months. One night, a faint scratch came from next door. A tap, tap, tap. I grabbed a glass, held it against the wall, pressed my ear to it. Silence…and then a soft whisper, “I see you.”

4. Slave to death

   His body lay dead at my feet. His heart burnt so he wouldn’t return. The look of horror still etched on the child’s face.

   It was all part of the deal with death. I had to kill everyday to prolong my days in hell.

5. Resurrection

   I wanted him back so badly that I used the precious lock of his hair I’d kept and made it happen. He came back, just not as I’d known him. After all, he’d been four months in the grave. Now, I can’t make him go. No more hair, you see.

   1. MEDITATE

      Stay still!.
      Spread your arms and drift in the silence. Follow the call, like you hear the lulling voice from a distance. Slow, deep breaths; in and out to feel your chest lighten with calm.
      She was doing it. Ease drew nearer but the voice came too.
      “We’re the dead!”.

   2. Redemption

      The windows violently kissed her lips.
      The floor continually whispered in her ear.
      The curtains wore themselves like a necklace.
      The room fought for her attention, pulling her in every direction.
      They were jealous of the door, Twas what she went after.
      “Father go away!” The demons cried. “she’s ours!”

6. MIRRORED
   The tall shadow towered over her, teeth snarling with the desire to devour its prey. Darkness swallowed sun and cloud above. Grabbing her wrist,it whispered. “This is what happens when you’re friends with the monster under the bed.” It was only then she realised …she was staring at herself

7. THE FINAL PARALYSIS

   Sonia lies curled up, paralyzed, and alone while her mind’s eye forms the sleep monster from her childhood: face in shadow, hair like black petrified grubs. With cold breath tickling the back of her neck, Sonia rocks herself awake and rolls onto her other side. Right into her visitor’s clutches.

8. Survivor

   I survived the attack, barely, and everyone said I was lucky. Lucky, sure. They didn’t see my attacker everywhere, as I did. At every corner. In every café. On every bus. They didn’t know, but I did. He would be back. And next time, he would win. I knew it.

9. THE PECULIAR TENANT FROM 4-D

   The dingy apartment’s windows were blacked-out with plastic.

   Regulated bursts of ozone infused light pierced the chamber.

   A heavy workload of specimens was diligently processed by the newcomer.

   Friday nights were the highlight of his weekly research.

   Jared was the last pizza delivery boy abducted before government investigators caught on

10. THE LAST THOUGHT OF PARIS

    It was bleak.

    Rain droned in muffled pulses on the old roof.

    The drenched pair huddled in the safety of the empty house.

    Outside torrents pelted through broken windows.

    Wallpaper sagged like loose skin.

    Something creaked.

    Rotten timbers buckled and wet ceiling plaster crashed like heavy thunder.

    The rain stopped.

11. Blood Night, Sweetheart—it’s Time to Go

    “Happy Huma-Wean, little Gourdons! Your axe, Pumpko, and a brand-new machete for Pumpki. Hear that keening? They’re ripe.”
    “Death to Earthsinners! Harvest!”
    “Hackfest!” Eyes flickering, flaming mouths silhouetting ragged teeth, the children charged the family garden, where viny arms linked howling human heads.
    Whose eyes blossomed as the blades fell.

12. THE DEVELOPMENT OF SHCV#5

    Once the cause of spontaneous human combustion was pinpointed, the CDC weaponized it.

    Within weeks the world’s streets became littered with human corpses, dried like worms caught on hot summer pavement.

    After off-gassing recirculated several billion tons of H2O back into the ecosystem, nobody complained about water shortages ever again.

13. The Boulder and the Pebble

    You stand in an unknown place. In front of you, a boulder you cannot see past. You cannot move from a sense of impending tragedy. Suddenly, a pebble appears in midair as if hanging from a string. It swings back and forth, back and forth, until click. You are gone.

14. BLOOD TEST

    His blood test, as always, every three months. Boring. Over the years they must have had more than eight pints, he mused, and joked about that with the nice nurse. “Don’t worry,” she said, smiling, “you’re getting it all back today.” He cried as the tube went down his throat.

15. The stories are real

    I tell myself it’s in my head. I tell myself the sounds I hear aren’t real. I recite it like a mantra: it isn’t real, it isn’t real. I try convincing myself the moving darkness is just shadows. It’s useless. In my heart I know it’s real. They’ve found me.

16. The Scary Attic

    It was a quiet foggy evening Everyone was sitting by the fire place. We started to hear strange noises. We went up to the attic to see what the noise was. The lights went off. We then heard someone scream. We turned around quickly and it was our friend Ashley.

17. “LAUGHTER”
    The knife gleams with the crimson red. A sinister chuckle fills the silent atmosphere. He looks at his surroundings and he laughs. He laughs at what he has done. He looks at the body lying on the floor, then at his blood stained clothes. “Onto the next one,” he growls.

18. NEIGHBORHOOD WATCH

    Guttalon scooped up a head from the pile of mangled corpses, rolling it to Banebrood. The enormous creature snatched it up.

    “Looks delicious. Cripps?”

    “Nope.”

    “MS-13!”

    Guttalon snorted.

    Banebrood tore off the helmet.

    Revealing a Swastika.

    He quickly swallowed the skull, the crunch of Aryan Brotherhood bitter in his
    mouth.

19. “Trick or Treat!”
    The ghoul in the doorway held out a candy bar—then snatched it back.
    “Trick!” The door slammed shut.
    The little goblins knocked again. “Treat,” they said this time.
    Bony hands darted into the outstretched bags, snatched handfuls of candy.
    “Thanks.” The door slammed shut for good.

20. ‘Lunatics Scrawling’

    I write this in haste from deep within the gates of madness in the hope that some innocent soul finds it in time to save us all. The church is a lie! They feast upon the stillborn behind the cellar door. They are closing in around me as I write.

21. Stormy
    It was storming hard outside the broken window. Red slime covered the table and walls. A horrible moldy dead smell lingered throughout. Lightening flashed to reveal the Gremlin standing on the dead guy’s head as he carefully studied the shotgun, he had ripped off the wall in the den.

    1. Drained

       Iron shackles above wound my throat. My arms, fully extended, were bound to the walls. Each arm was impaled by needles. Every beat, I grew weaker while I watched my blood drain. The chain shortened as I collapsed. Jerking and twitching, I saw his cruel pointed smile smeared with blood.

22. INEVITABLE?

    Dwight Aemon aspirates blood into Korangal Valley night air, Afghanistan.

    He’s dying, delirious. He prays, bargains for life, full recovery. Doesn’t imagine the deal his un-Christened soul makes is real.

    Passport control dismisses red-tinged eyes as travel or battle fatigue.

    Harbinger of the daemon apocalypse is respectfully welcomed, as foretold.

23. UNEXPECTEDLY

    Horrified, he pressed his body against the wall, closed his eyes and waited for the blow of the ax to strike him. However, it did not come.
    He looked up.
    “I was just kidding.”
    Then, as the young man relaxed, the stranger struck.

24. Stormy
    It was storming hard outside the broken window. Red slime covered the table and walls. A horrible moldy dead smell lingered throughout. Lightening flashed to reveal the Gremlin triumphantly standing on the dead guy’s head as he carefully studied the shotgun, he had ripped off the wall in the den.

25. Deal With It!

    Important for my health, I know–but I want to run! Feeling stuck, I must ask: “Why does it have to be uncomfortable? Why does it have to hurt so much?”

    The doctor looks up from between my legs, speculum ready, and answers: “Because that’s just the way it is.”

26. A Nearby Cornfield

    Scarecrows are patient. They wait for their victims to come to them. However, there is one scarecrow who searches instead of waiting.

    That scarecrow made the mistake of running into a witch who became livid and retaliated. You can find the remains of the scarecrow scattered in a nearby cornfield.

27. Behind glass

    I stepped inside and there she was, trapped behind glass but not for long. “Hello there,” she said to me with her dead eyes and bloody teeth. I hadn’t called her name and yet here she was. She broke through the glass and added yet another life to her list.

28. Birthday slaughter

    One already gone.
    This was meant to be a fun night, then he ruined it. No one heard him come through the door as the three of us were getting ready to go out. Suddenly, fear hit as the lights went off. He’d killed one, are we next. The Perpetrator.

29. Doorbell

    The doorbell rang, a sound that filled me with curiosity. I creaked the door open and was pushed out, no one near to hear the door slam shut. In a single moment, the darkness of the night became darker, my screams became muffled, and my breath was forced to stop.

30. The Neighbour

    The old wooden floor creaked as it walked, slow steps in our direction. We hid in the closet huddled close together to stay warm. The door opened, and we saw him. He had no face, just a mouth, and long black fangs. Then, he grabbed me, and pulled me inside.

31. Revenge can be sweet

    Nefarious and ready to repay who killed her family. She found the red Pick-up, from the accident. Clarice waited until both the men were inside, then she struck. Taking a semi-truck and ramming into the pick-up as they were in the driveway, killing the two men instantly. Without any guilt.

32. THE HORSEMAN’S BRIDE

    Moonlight, crossroads, destiny with a devil, October wind gnawing her bones… turns soul-achingly colder when she hears the advance of galloping hooves. The rider, so dandy, handsome – despite no head! SWISH goes his cutlass through her scarf and neck, as he summons her decollated body to ride with him.

33. Under Floorboards

    I’ve been rotting under the floorboards Jack Winter threw me under for over a decade. All I wanted was to sell him cookies, all Jack wanted was a new victim. I used to wail, hoping someone would save me, but it’s become clear, no one cares where I disappeared to.

34. Haunted House
    Marie Mitchell

    “This house is haunted,” confessed the realtor.
    “Who’s the ghost?” I asked.
    “Could be any of 13 souls,” she guessed. “That’s how many remains they discovered in the crawlspaces.”
    I bought the place anyway.
    It’s time to return home.
    Besides, I know where the other bodies are buried.

35. A-mazed
    Marie Mitchell

    I hate corn mazes.
    I’m quickly disoriented.
    And hopelessly lost.
    I entered.
    On a dare.
    At midnight.
    I pass the freaky scarecrow five times.
    He appears more menacing each round.
    Until—he disappears.
    The next row, I come face-to-face with him.
    Lifeless eyes.
    Twisted smile.
    Gloved hand.
    Clutching a blade.

36. 4:47 Am

    The clock read 4:47 AM as the demon like figure stabbed their long claws into my neck, covering my mouth to muffle my screams, my legs thrashing around. I jolted awake, relieved it was just a dream. It was 4:46 AM.

    Heavy footsteps, knocking vases over, heading towards my room.

37. Michael Tenn Giraffe Gang
    They went to the zoo, when they arrive, he wanted to see the lions. Then Timmy wanted to see the giraffes. They went on the sky view. His dad threw him in and let the lions out. They ate the giraffes and they tore apart little Timmy piece by piece.

38. The next morning, Barbra, Faith, and Dora all get up and notice that Mark isn’t here they looked around. Barbra went into the room with the rocking chair and then the chandelier fell on her. She screamed in pain she is slowly losing herself.

39. ANYBODY THERE?

    Awoken, frightened from a nightmare; you get down from bed, the softness around your feet intensifies — rats.

    They disperse as you retract, gathering your heart as finished collages. Heading to the bathroom, the sound of water grows.

    “Late night visitor?”

    You open; silence, dryness, the light begins flickering, exposing shadows.

40. The unknown voice

    Samuel walked down the corridor, slowly with his steps. A soft voice came from a room, faint but clear saying,”I waited for you, come and join me.”
    No sooner than Samuel came close to the door, the floor became red as blood and the door opened suddenly.

41. JEEZ, THOSE CANINES!

    Tears trail down his eye, his left eye…then, Malia sink into his embrace.

    “Malia, if this be our parting, I…”

    ‘You ain’t leaving, stop…’

    “Yes, not me”

    ‘I don’t get…’

    His canines grow into Malia’s neck vein, the warmth agreeing with the lingering fog, she drop, bloody, wide eyed.

42. Here is my story: Watched and Taken

    I’m being watched. Who’s watching me? I can’t tell. I look around, but it’s too dark. Suddenly I feel cloth. I’ve been taken. Where are they taking me? They shouldn’t be here. It isn’t possible. I know someone has made a grave mistake, and now I must pay for it.

43. My Collection
    I have a fondness for my suit collection. It’s my belief that a high quality suit really speaks volumes about the type of person you are. It doesn’t matter the cut or color, the superiority of the material is the key. My collection contains only the most prime human flesh.

44. DEATH CREEPS UP ON YOU

    After you’re bit death creeps up your arm. The sooner you chop it off, the better. I was in denial, it was past my elbow. With a chainsaw I got it off. That was a week ago. Before I got bit in the face. For that steel wool works great.

45. Silent Victim
    I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out. My feet were heavy, unable to move toward the safety of the brightly lit street ahead. I trembled in the alley’s shadows, watching my attacker stalk closer. His hands slowly reached for my throat, ready to silence me forever.

46. THE SONG IN THE SONG BIRD

    The young boy picked his mothers lovely song bird out of its cage, being careful to hold it tightly.
    “I’ll shut you up,” the boy said and gnawed off the birds head as its neck. A tearing crunch, then a gush of iron. It was sweet and sang of silence.

47. THE SMOKING SKELETON

    The blood shimmers from my hand as I reach up to him.
    I look death in the eyes, a yellow haze swimming through the empty sockets,
    and light his cigarette with my match.

48. Banshee

    Caleb locked the door behind him, and took ragged breaths as he collapsed onto the cabin floor. Blood oozed from his busted nose. Just 2 more hours and he can leave at sunrise.

    A creak of a floorboard sent a chill up his spine. “I should’ve checked the back door.”

49. Killed With Care

    He lowers me into a hole. My heart doesn’t beats, my lungs don’t breathe, but I still think. My cold hands are clasped on my chest, covering a deep wound. Dirt is thrown atop my dead body. He may have killed me, but at least he did it with care.

50. Car Trouble

    Check Engine lights flashes on as my car dies a quick death.
    Bloody hell, middle of nowhere.
    Not a streetlight to cut the dark.
    Thank God headlights headed my way.
    Good Samaritan to my rescue.
    Pickup door opens, overhead light burned out,
    Hiding the face of my nightmares.

    1. Apocalypse

       It’s here. The apocalypse. I thought I was safe in this dark, damp, lonely cave. But alas, I’ve been discovered. As a small zombie approached me, I analyzed the situation. The zombie’s flesh was rotting, and the face looked like he had stood undead next to the sun. The melted face only got worse as I neared. And the worst part was the flies crowding my bedraggled hair.

51. Eyeless

    Running through the woods, no idea where I was going. He had ripped out my eyes, but I kept trudging through. Excruciating pain was going through my head. I imagined my face, twisted in agony as I suffered. Then he was there. The last thing I saw was a shiny point like an icicle.

52. BLOODSHED

    The room was silent. Slowly darkness poured into the room. I looked about the room… Dead silent. I looked into one room and there I saw the body of a man; eyes missing. Silently, blood trickled through the floor. Then I saw a blood stained cat devouring the man’s eyes.

53. OLD WITCH

    I closed my bar. It’s 4 in the morning. I’m tired and I walk home. In the misty distance of the straight street, I see an old woman, covered with a scarf, limping slowly towards me. Dog runs over the street. As she moves, I slowly think of an end.

54. Next Time, Be Careful Pumping Gas by Roz Beile

    Gas sprays all over me. It infiltrates my mouth and seeps into my ears. I look around embarrassed.
    A cigarette falls carelessly out of her hand. The gas welcomes the flame.
    The embarrassment morphs into terror. A scream. An explosion. Burning flesh. Blazed bits of her dance to the ground.

55. LET’S PLAY!

    The chandelier hang above the table on which lay pumpkins, masks, a baby toy and a knife; its light designing the room into a forest. No body in, except one year old Gabby sleeping in his cot.

    Dad steps in, and Gabby is holding the knife at the other end.

56. The Incident on Platform Three at Basingstoke

    Near the café a stroller stands empty.
    ‘Mary? Mary?!’
    The voice is shrill and desperate. Wind pushes trash around, giving commuters an excuse not to hear.
    The tannoy chimes.
    “Please do not leave children unattended whilst on the station. Unattended children will be removed, and may be destroyed, without warning.”

57. Rotting
    Her face feels like a rotting fruit. Smells like one too.
    Her hair– unkempt– flares out unpredictably.
    I run my hands through it.
    Discolored clumps tear off. Balls of hair splatter on the ground.
    Her open mouth salivates gratuitously.
    “Look at me,” I rasp.
    But she has no pupils left.

    1. “Rotting” is the title of the story, not the first line

58. Out in the Woods

    I wake up cold. Something draped across my chest. Thinking of a soaked trouser leg, I grope for the flashlight. As I sit up, your arm falls off me onto your white torso, drained of blood. A red glint on the tent wall catches my eye. Two words: “You’re next”.

59. Nothing left
    Take it all, there’s nothing left.
    You took my heart & then my head.
    No lover, no thoughts, only pain.
    What else could you possibly gain?
    I get up, fear running through my veins.
    Your soul, it says.
    It’s too late, I’m already dead.
    There is nothing left.

60. 10:45pm

    Rain pours, the dogs sleep, and Pandora shuffles my music. From a mason jar I drink my tea. Weather reflects one’s mood. Loneliness, longing, insatiable “hunger” and depression burn within; my heart roasting. My mouth dries, pupils enlarge, beat quickens… drool oozing down my chin as Death takes me home.

61. Crushed By Darkness

    Squinting at the corner of the room, I could just make out a black mass.I knew that he’d come for me, but I was paralyzed with fear. Suddenly he was there, mere inches from my face. I barely had time to take a breath before the darkness crushed me.

62. Gone Missing

    We walked up to the very creepy and dark attic. I could hear each of my friends footsteps walking on the creeky floor. A cold breeze blew threw the room, although no windows were in the attic. I found a flashlight on a dusty box. AS we continued to look around we heard a sudden scream coming from behind us. Turning around and pointing the flashlight in the direction of the scream, Jenn was gone.

63. Faceless

    The man with no face sits where the grass meets the cement, silent and waiting. He doesn’t sit still. He doesn’t move either. His eyes twitch in erratic gestures, his hand gripping a black towel. The towel shudders and dances, dripping red. His head tilts towards me and I scream.

64. T.V. Chair

    He sits in his chair every day. He watches TV every day. Always something spooky, but nothing scares him anymore. Except for the chair he sits in. The moving men put it in the corner. There’s a shadow behind it. Are there monsters behind it? He’s too scared to look.

65. Death by consumption;

    I ran from the forest into the back door… “Hello!” I pant out of breath.
    No answer, my heart is beating for what I’m about to do, but what else can I do?
    Opening the fridge I see left over pizza behind that spaghetti … with wide eyes I smile grab the food and stuff it into my mouth, my eyes roll to the back of my head as I devour the deliciousness.

    tossing the empty bowl that could have fed 6 people and the empty box on the counter I grab the left over cherry pie and gallon of milk, bag of cookies and the cupcakes from last week … I can’t take the torture of being bullied, So I eat and eat!

    Sirens blare; I hear my mother and father crying; I’m finally at peace on a full tummy.

66. DAISY

    She stands in the corner of my room when I sleep
    Blue dress, watching.
    Paul plays with my hair, pulls out teeth
    I try to scream, struggle; my throat can barely even
    Squeak
    Vocal chords- strangled in death grip
    I jerk awake, a horrible nightmare.

    But Daisy is still there.

67. Rebirth
    I touched her wilting hand with care. Her skin screamed in agony as mine peeled it back, engulfing the rest of her arm. Her limp body toppled to the ground, poisoning the Earth with its putrid smell. It looked so peaceful, until it came back and took mine with it.

68. The Attic

    Sunken glass eyes followed her every move. She twisted the bulb around, a makeshift spotlight into the dark corners. Under a single swaying lightbulb, the attic’s nooks and crannies kept their secrets. A dull, thud sliced the silence. The porcelain doll’s marble eyes stared back. Then it blinked and smiled.

69. Strange Ways

    The strange little man had his strange little ways. Lights on in the basement well into the night his butler recounted. A hedonistic libertine in sheep’s clothing his young maid testified. The strange little man’s Victorian sensibilities could not obscure the inevitable discovery of missing women found in his basement.

70. Stuck
    Tap, tap, tap clicked the distant sounds of heavy shoes on the marble floors. I squirmed and struggled but remained immobile. It was getting closer, I was growing impatient, almost like I wanted to get caught. I held my breath. The steps caught up to mine–I woke before the fall.

71. My Kink

    I look at him. Knife in one hand, lipstick in the other. I reapply the lipstick to my lips. He’s whimpering, tied to the kitchen chair. Lipstick on his skin. Or that’s blood. I don’t know. There’s a lot of both. I chuckle to myself. He said he wanted kink.

72. Space

    The view from here is breathtaking.

    The space station seems so small in this vast space.

    It was once so close.

    I catch a glimpse of the snapped tether as the biting inside my suit continues.

    Focusing on the view, I know this is the only way to kill it.

73. Darkly Poetic

    I suppose it is fitting, even appropriate, that they should haunt me. I am the one, after all, who put an end to their miserable lives.

    But slumber finds me not; they pester, mocking me from beyond the grave. I am at death’s door, and go towards it mildly bemused.

74. Death beside me :

    I saw it chasing me, running through the halls running through the doors. It said don’t you worry you’ll be all right. I thought to myself what does it mean I was drenched in sweat when I hid, I was looking for an exit but only found death beside me.

75. “Scared”

    The sound of Mad giggling leads her through the house. She opens bedroom doors and closets trying to find the manic sound.
    Suddenly, there is glass shattering and screaming. She races down the hall and through the kitchen to find her family in the living room – watching a Halloween movie.

    -AS

76. THE BIG DIG

    Raymond dug a hole for months, hoping to reach China.

    He finally reached an opening, poking his head above ground. But this wasn’t China at all. Flames, screaming, melting skin, goat people… This was Hell.

    Everyone bowed to him. “Master!” they chanted.

    He felt his horns already starting to grow.

    1. “Delivery”
       I hear the sound of the wheels on the cart as the hayriders slowly approach the hill that dips down around my house.Just as they pass my mailbox I leap out behind them covered in a white sheet spraying pounds of cold water against their bodies. Trick or treat.

77. “Work”

    The bloody knife saws into the carcuss. Blood drips everywhere – the table, the floor, sometimes even splattering the walls. All day, every day. Grinding, sawing, blood, and guts. The knives must be sharp for clean cuts. It’s messy, hard, and grizzly work but satisfying. ‘Tis the life of a butcher.

    -AS

78. MEDUSA

    She contacted me through the Ouija board. She said her name was Medusa.

    Medusa told me there’s an invisible trapdoor under me all the time.

    And under you, too. There’s one under everybody.

    Inside everyone’s trapdoor, Medusa waits.

    And if you think about Medusa too much, she’ll take your place.

79. The Story Of Oliver

    One day when Oliver was going to sleep,BAM! The door closed. A ghost came in and started to chase Oliver! Oliver ran as fast as he could. But Oliver got caught! The ghost took Oliver to a room. The ghost tied up Oliver! Who will save Oliver. To be continued.

80. THE CHANGELING

    Sitting at the window, holding her swaddled newborn, she heard a child sobbing and saw through the glass a tiny tear-stained face with ancient eyes. The crying stopped suddenly and looking down into what should have been her baby’s face, she saw instead a dwarf smirking triumphantly up at her.

81. A BOOK TO LIVE IN

    Tuesday. She allowed herself two hours at the library away from ringing phones and squealing children. A great book about Jack, The Ripper. She overstayed her time and when she looked out the window, her Volvo was gone, and in its place, obscured by mist was a horse and carriage.

82. RED IN TOOTH AND CLAW

    Best time of day. Stepping into a hot shower. Blessed sensory deprivation. Nothing to see, hear, experience. Who could know what was happening outside the shower? Then reluctantly forcing yourself to turn off the water. Silence. Pulling back the curtain. Sudden horror. Monsters red in tooth and claw. They’re here.

83. HELP ME!

    HELP!!!! I’m tied on a chair and surrounded by hungry ghosts! “Don’t eat me” I yelled. Then I noticed that I could go though the ghosts. After, I finally found the exit, I was about to get out when the ground cracked into pieces. Suddenly, I fell into the DARKNESS…..

84. The Creepy Night

    No! Help,please! Bob was getting pulled by by a wolf. The wind blew on Bob’s face. Finally Bob went free. He ran as fast as he could. Then a Zombie appeared
    out of nowhere! Now Bob was trapped! Bob was so tired that Bob fainted and fell in a big hole.

85. No One

    He pins me against the wall. I can feel his hot, putrid breathe against my face. A smile creeps across his. I struggle against his grip, he puts his hand at my throat.

    “You want me.”

    I feel him kissing me, swallowing me whole. There is no one in sight.

86. Trouble at Ancient Egypt

    HELP!!!!! Aliens took me to Ancient Egypt and threw me inside a pyramid. Suddenly, those aliens started chasing me! Then, I opened a tomb to hide in it but it was actually pit of snakes. “Help” I yelled. After, an alien floats towards me.”I’ll kill you” it says….

87. Revenge of the Nerds

    I hear him… breathing… gasping.
    I’ve waited for this moment.
    Those years of torment culminating to his blood dripping from my knife.
    I hear his breath quicken when I creak next to the closet.
    A smile slashes across my face as steel is driven through flesh.

88. BE RIGHT BACK, GONNA RUB ONE OUT

    “That one has slate markers!” he said pulling the car over.

    The competitive pair had been gathering grave rubbings across the state.

    They crept up the hillside and separated.

    “I could be buried here,” she pined.

    Hours passed.

    When he turned up missing she worried; he’d beat her to it.

89. TOO MANY MOUTHS

    The compost bucket was maggoty, it’d been a while, he had neglected it.

    Gagging, he tossed the sludgy putrefaction onto the pile.

    “Those little bastards are still here,” the hose failed to rinse the pail.

    Two pale blue orbs clung to the bucket’s bottom; staring back at the wicked stepfather.

90. THE NITROGEN COMPOUND

    John had healthy emerald grass, even late into Fall.
    “How d’ya keep the lawn so green?” the neighbor asked.
    “A regular fertilizer schedule and blood meal.”
    “Hog bone marrow?”
    “That stuff’s too weak.”
    PTONK
    The swing of a shovel doubled the curious man over and an industrial mulcher fired up.

91. EXPIRATION DATE

    Oh, Gerald, said Miles with a sniff, you’re ripe. Overripe! Gerald pleaded for more time, just one more day, another hour! But it was all in his mind and his protestations went unheard. Miles emptied the jar with Gerald’s mold-rimed brain into the bin. Screaming, Gerald expired amongst the eggshells.

92. THE CORN

    The wind whistled through the corn. Midnight nears. Eight hours ago I heard the crows mocking shrieks. They’re replaced by silence. A scratching sound fills the air. Suddenly I feel the hard stab of a pitchfork. He leaves me dying. All I can see from the ground is straw feet.

93. CLASSIC

    Naked amidst the laughter, Rick opens the physics test he hasn’t studied for. His teeth fall onto the pages as his ex-boss shouts, “The machines are on fire!” Then the clown appears and he runs for home through quicksand. There, he sighs relief. “At last, I can get some sleep!”

94. Rag Doll

    I screamed in agony as the blood was drained from my body. Two figures watched in pleasure as I writhed with misery. I glanced to my side to see twelve others who had been through the same pain. They were limp as rag dolls, and utterly dead beyond medical treatment…

95. ONCE UPON A TIME

    A king offered his daughter’s hand to anyone who could scare the bejeezus out of her. All the mad courtiers took a shot, but the princess only yawned. Finally, a stranger came and whispered an abominable truth in her ear. She wailed, and the honest king chopped off her hand.

96. Rule 614

    – – –

    He presented the Ouija board to the courtroom.

    Was it the murder weapon or evidence? It was neither.

    He was calling his witness.

    “Surely this is a joke!” The prosecutor began to object when his eyes climbed to the back of his head and a child’s voice overtook his own.

    –
    ToJo here. I have an account but can’t seem to access it right now for whatever reason. When I request to reset my password the resetting link doesn’t appear anywhere in the email. I’ve attempted to contact the given email address for the owner/moderators of the site but my emails just keep getting returned. Leaving this here in case a moderator or whatnot comes across it. Some of my stories are also seemingly not being submitted so I apologize if I’ve accidentally submitted the same story twice.

97. PIÑATA

    Uncle Touchy threw a party for all the children. But Uncle Touchy was bad. Very bad. And he did bad things. So, with a little encouragement, the shiny candies went down his throat, one by one. Then he was hoisted aloft by his ankles and the children grabbed their bats.

98. The Graveyard Shift

    The room was empty, the bed made.
    “He was here, nurse,” Cole stammered. “Coughing violently. His face was purple.”
    “There is no-one in this room, Doctor.” June paused. “Not since a man died in here a few months ago. Respiratory distress. The nurse-on-duty fell asleep.”
    Cole’s face went dead cold.

99. TITLE: SKITTERING

    I gave up.

    At first I fought it. For months, weeks or days. Time is irrelevant in a dark cage.

    You get used to the pain, and eventually you’re numb to it all.

    I’ll just close my eyes and wait for death…

    Or for the rats to stop feeding on me.

100. TITLE: THE NIGHT VISITOR

     I kept my eyes closed tight, pretending I was asleep.

     I could sense him before I felt his touch.

     I could feel his hot breath, and smell the smell of whiskey.

     I didn’t scream. He hates it when I scream.

     Every night is like this when daddy comes to visit.

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