$500 Halloween 50 Horror Word Story Contest 2019

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1. The Question

   The word ‘Why’ slithers out of her mouth, wrapping around her neck. The beast created by the girl in front of her pierces at her desires. Finding the courage to answer her question she realizes the girl dispersed. She couldn’t ask what she wanted: ‘I want to be your friend’.

   1. UNSEEABLE

      The serum had made him invisible
      .but
      There was an unforeseen side effect
      A scientist, he should’ve realized that, with true invisibility ..there is no light for eyes to refract..leaving him blind
      Next day, the man cliff side couldn’t figure out what he kept tripping over.. He couldn’t see anything..?

2. Ding, ding, ding…. the seat belt alarm rang. She was safely buckled in and the persistent ringing was giving her a headache. She pulled off the deserted road into an abandoned Route 66 service station. The passenger door opened and then closed. The alarm silent.

3. It was still raining, having no choice Laura navigated the puddles and boot sucking mud, her flashlight flickering as the battery ran low. From the woods eyes blankly reflected the light, on/off, on/off. Suddenly she smelled wet fur as the howling creature lept, fangs hunting her warm blood.

4. Thomas Doherty

   Thomas Doherty has a girl in his shed. Nobody believes me, but it’s true; Thomas Doherty has a girl in his shed. Sometimes when I walk past the shed I’ll see her looking at me through the wooden slats. She never speaks, though. I think he cut out her tongue.

5. 2 A.M

   It’s been one full year since your husband died. Life is better without the bastard but the anniversary of his death seems bitter-sweet. At least you were never caught. You’re alone in bed, it’s 2:00 in the morning and all is dark. You drift off.

   The bathroom light switches on.

6. MARINER SAID IT BEST

   “You never knew me, not really!”
   he retorted “you never ever let me*
   ‘you stole what I had ‘
   ‘You never wanted, or needed it until it was gone’
   ‘it wasn’t yours to take! ‘
   “Neither was it yours, all along! ‘
   Long knives drawn
   This would only be settled… in hot blood.

7. Weaveology

   Poison coated every strand; mindless workers bind hair. Obeah man beamed with pride, soon his magic cover nations. Weave here, extension there, he could feel his power spread. Fingers reach to touch hair, fingers bitten, blood flowing, zombie nation born. The specter of death made him smile. He would rule.

8. Red Water

   The red water runs.
   It runs through my fingers fast
   Death runs through water
   Clear crystalline bloom so red
   The red water runs
   Fast, fast, fast, fast, with red blood.
   Never mind, the bloods not mine
   I just like to play in it.
   Splashing, so much fun bodies free floating.

9. Home Burial

   It’s been a week. She can’t eat anything. Thunder. She sees tiny, muddy footprints in the carpet. “Davie?” She follows them down the basement. “Where have you been?” A thump. Every lightbulb dies at once. Something runs against her leg. “My sweet baby boy.” Teeth. Blood blossoms in the dark.

10. walks in door
    “mom” he shouts
    “hello” He’s worried
    Walks into the back yard and searches here’s the crunches of the leaves
    walks to the lake as he see’s his mother hanging from the old oak tree.
    he yells and runs wondering were shall he go. as she slowly follows.

11. IT’S NOT HOMELESS, IT’S SHELTER DISABLED

    He was by no means a stupid man.. He knew that their offer of ‘shelter’ was predicated on the fact that there would be abuse, possible organ harnessing..
    Thing was, he just didn’t care anymore
    Until he saw the children
    They stood hillside together that night, watching the facility burn.

12. SATAN TEXTED ME

    2 many souls to torture this week. Postponing Heaven’s overthrow until next Tuesday. R you still on board tho?

    Prob not m8. I’m working late. Wednesday good?

    Nah. That’s HIS T.V. night. Security’s gonna be tight.

    You bet it will. LUCIFER.
    . . .

    God? Oh shit. I thought I deleted this contact.

13. REPARATIONS: BY ANY MEANS

    The overseer had beaten Titus mercilessly.. Mahalia was certain that he’d expire by the night….
    But
    Mahalia possessed the great Gris Gris bone of the ancestors.. And as she ceremonied to Papa Legba, all of Titus’ harm went into the one that hurt him
    That man was dead by morning

14. Dead Tales
    Jack lived near the cemetery. Ugly deserted place that’s for sure!
    “Dead adults rising? Yeah, yeah, piece of cake. Dead babies rising? I
    shudder and damp my pants. Their hysterical laugh, far from cute.
    This was no Child’s Play; they gather, suffocate and leave”, he adduced,
    probably unconscious now.

15. Klara

    Klara was blessed with second sight.

    As she labored to expel the infant within her, her mind was bombarded with apocalyptic visions of war and unspeakable human suffering beyond her comprehension.

    She grieved for her child’s future.

    A cheery voice returned her to the present. “It’s a boy, Frau Hitler.”

16. The Divorce

    Waking up alone in an empty house, I staggered towards the bathroom. Filled with blood my mouth begins to throb. I aim for the sink, I grabbed the towel but my eyesight revealed a necklace crafted with 2 teeth, nail and my wedding ring dangling by my hair.

17. Hide and Seek

    “Ready or not, here I come!” She gave Timmy a minute, then tiptoed into his room. He was terrible at hiding, even for a kid. His feet were sticking out from under the bed. She stifled her giggles and pulled at his ankle, which came off, unattached to his body.

18. My leg hung off the bed.
    Unable to move.
    The intolerable feeling of cool air tickling my leg overwhelmed me.
    Was I alone? Where was I?
    Light creeped in as the door screeched open.
    I saw only darkness.
    The cold hand wrapped around my ankle, pulling me under the bed.

19. The Witch

    He brought what she desired. Deerskin. Baby teeth. Bloodied magnolia. A scrap of his pajamas. She swallowed everything. She whispered on his neck. “You want your little boy back?” More than anything. Her teeth wrapped around his ear. He heard a dark forest. The slow laughter of children. Gnashing teeth.

20. Witches Brew
    “Look @ those lost souls!”
    “They R trying 2 figure it out but it’s too late. ”
    ” Spare them not have no mercy”
    “Sheep of the black market will B brought 2 light.”
    The demised plot out.
    “Witches brew stew FACEBOOK w/ B erased on 31st BOO!”

21. AT ‘150

    Lee’s car broke down at the outskirts of Burry. While he was seeking the cause, two ambers blinked ten metres away. Riveted on the spot, the ambers approached. Suddenly, it disappeared and suddenly appeared before him. Luckily, the unconscious car came up, and the amber disappeared, he went on ‘150.

22. Spooky Christmas

    There were no gifts, nor, cheers, nor joy.
    A dark night on Christmas Eve, for the darkest of all crimes had occurred. Santa was left dead, scavenged by wolves, with neither witnesses nor sign of foul play, only a faint sound of ho ho ho blowing in the wind.

23. Madoline

    Her screams lasted all night,
    Drowned by the howls of coyotes.
    Stabbed twelve times at midnight,
    one for each bell chimed.
    A man stood watch, an accomplice.
    It ended as swiftly as it had begun.

24. IMMORTAL WANNABE

    “To be immortal, take the dagger and cut out your heart” said the witch.
    “But, I’ll die” Artur said.
    “Yes you will, you’re immortal until death”
    “I’m backing out!” Artur said, terrified.
    “No, I need it” she said, “When I offer, I take”
    He had to make for the door.

25. THE GHOST

    After the burial, Joel was left alone in his room. Suddenly, a thud came at the door, a westerly attacked the louvers, a zephyr caused a twitch, and in the respite that followed, the fluorescent bulb flickered and went out, then, a bioluminensce adhered a stare.

26. All Grown Up

    As a child I was always afraid of something. Everything from the dark to the monsters under the bed. How I wish I could go back and speak to those ghosts, ghouls and goblins. Now I know they were only trying to protect me from the real monsters. Other humans.

27. THAT TIME OF THE MONTH

    She started bleeding after practice. Her menstrual cramps were bad. Leaning against the shower wall, she felt her insides stretch and tear.
    Slicing. Stabbing. Pain.
    She screamed as a bloody mass flopped onto the tile floor. The horned creature shook off its gelatinous membrane and scurried over the tub wall.

28. EYES ON YOU

    It was still raining, having no choice Laura navigated the puddles and boot sucking mud, her flashlight flickering as the battery ran low. From the woods eyes blankly reflected the light, on/off, on/off. Suddenly she smelled wet fur as the howling creature lept, fangs hunting her warm blood.

29. GRANDMA’S WEIGHT LOSS PLAN

    Before she died, we used to go to Grandma’s house for Sunday dinner. Now she comes to us. I’ve taken away the spare chair, but she’ll stand, poking her gnarled finger in the risotto, drooling.
    Nobody’s bothered.
    They wonder why I’ve lost my appetite.
    She always thought I was fat.

30. 10-63 ON MAPLE AND VETERANS, COPY THAT

    —

    …his way to the scene. Abandoned warehouse, routine.

    Thought he’d arrest some hobos tonight.

    The cop found a machine. Machine full of writhing bodies.

    He saw himself. About thirty of himself.

    With the smack of a shovel, plus-one.

    The drifter went back in time for another cop-y.

    The cop made…

31. THE KINK
    —
    They went to her place after the party, got undressed.

    She got a hammer and nails, he got uncomfortable.

    She straddled him, said, “this is gonna be messy.”

    She went over to her closet, dragged out a wooden cross.

    “I wanna bear the world’s sin,” she said.

    “Crucify me, daddy.”

32. Carved Pumpkin

    The raven spotted the mouse as it crawled into a carved pumpkin. He landed inside the pumpkin to find the mouse gone and replaced by a black spider. The spider spun a web over the raven. A raven dinner was just as good as a delectable mouse might have been.

33. WOULD YOU PLEASE STOP FOLLOWING US?
    —
    He was stuck in the empty asylum for decades.

    Windows and doors worked backward, spat him back in.

    It wasn’t damnation, he wasn’t crazy.

    The asylum wasn’t a puzzle, had no solution.

    His family didn’t know where he went.

    They didn’t understand how or why that asylum followed them around.

34. OUR MEALS ARE MADE HAPPY
    —
    He wore a costume, face-paint, was in all the commercials. Led the factory tour, behind-the-scenes.

    “Who wants chicken nuggets?”

    A chorus of me-me-me’s.

    The chicks went into the machine.

    Bone and gristle snapped.

    The chicks squealed.

    The kids cheered.

    The machine burped nuggets.

    The kids ate.

    The clown was happy.

35. A Birth

    Klara was blessed with second sight.

    As she labored to expel the infant within her, her mind was bombarded with apocalyptic visions of war and unspeakable human suffering. What kind of monster was capable of such horrors?

    A cheery voice returned her to the present. “It’s a boy, Frau Hitler.”

36. My Big Sister Katie

    My sister Katie went missing last year. She was mean so I never missed her.
    She seemed a whole lot nicer on the phone when she called us today, but mommy and I think that it isn’t really her. Actually, I’m pretty sure we left Katie’s body in the basement.

37. CONFUSION
    A cold barren night. An icy cutting wind.
    The numbness of my body is nothing to the confusion of my soul.
    The slicing slithering sound of metal chills me to the bone.
    A stabbing in my body,
    a round silver face is the last I saw before darkness eats me whole.

38. “Friends aren’t what they really are”

    Paul came over, since we got out of school rather late.
    When we entered the house, something seemed uncanny.
    Paul was smirking. He held something lustrous in one hand.

    “Mom? Dad? Anyone home?” I called.

    Silence. Paul wasn’t looking at me.

    “Paul, are you okay?”

    Paul said, “It was me”

39. ‘NAM IS GNARLY

    “Napalm is the bomb,” private Rourke exclaimed to his partner Joey as they piled up the charred bodies, and added, “crispy gooks rock.” But they weren’t gooks, and they started to slither and howl oozing black pus through yellow teeth. They pulled their guns, but too late. Soldier meat’s bodacious.

40. School Day
    “Bye, Mom.”

    I caressed Megan’s sweet forehead. Then, inside, I watched Megan cheerfully skip into the dawn.

    Returning to the window minutes later, I saw Megan being shoved into a dark van. I rushed outside, but it fled.

    I ran until my feet bled.

    But, I never saw Megan again.

41. Dream Within a Dream

    Time has come and gone leaving not much more than scars in my mind. An echoing rythm not belonging to a heart, but the raging monster inside. Demeanor so cold, and frozen yet some how still alive. Searching for a memory, left with ghost, it’s like waking from being hypnotized.

42. Overnight

    The house walls almost transparent had so many windows, but the offer was hard to refuse. Night broke out across a blue sky like a black veil. Minutes turned into hours unnoticeably, much of the day seemed a blur. The door bell rang, was then the real price revealed itself.

43. To Whom It May Concern

    If you’re reading this, they’re already watching. You’re vulnerable.
    Avoid darkness. Don’t even LOOK at darkness–if you see ANYTHING strange in unlit areas, run! It’s NOT a trick of the light. It’s NOT your pet!
    Oh god, they’re here. I glanced up and it’s over. Listen! Whatever happens, don’t ytsdtrust

    1. Cool beans

44. A Feeling

    Something was off, couldn’t put my finger on it but I knew. The hairs seemed to stand, my stomach churned nauseous, I knew, was told I was tripping but I knew. If the devil is real it was him. No one gazes so analytically, so lifelessly cold, it’s just inhuman.

45. My Curiosity

    The pages brushing against my finger tips, that old familiar smell of print proliferating my nostrils. My curiosity had my mind ensnared at what I had found tucked away in the attic. As I read becoming more enchanted the lights flickered. As if by magic, creatures arose from the book.

46. Jack & Sally

    All alone in the park, at night sally walks.
    Concealed in the shadows, Jack silently stalks.
    With a bottle of chloroform, a rag, he taints.
    Sally whimpers softly; she struggles, then she faints.
    Bound and gagged, she lands with a clunk.
    With a sly, smug grin jack closes the trunk.

47. Amongst Us

    Some find isolation to be troubling, but is that really so? Or does the shadow linger more so in the crowd? So many untreated souls walk about, it’s as though nothing has changed since the time of Shakespeare. Description’s present as ever “hells empty, and the devil’s are all here”…

48. GERTRUDE’S SNICKER

    Gertrude admired her homemade pumpkin cookies.
    Still, some would want candy.
    Twilight indicated the little ones would soon be knocking.
    She used Harold’s tin snips to cut the head off of a straight pin. She gently pushed it through the bottom of the fun-size Snicker’s wrapper.
    “Perfect.”
    DING DONG
    “Coming.”

49. Under the Bed
    Colder nights presented themselves as October came to an end. October 25, 26, 27….. each night the horrible voice under my bed loudened. I told myself it was my mind playing tricks until October 30, “Don’t run”. I didn’t listen. “Sorry” It said. Then took everything, yet I am here.

50. “The Wake”

    My husband looked so sad, as he dressed for the wake. He had been inconsolable and distant since the accident that killed his sister. We drove to the funeral home in silence and went inside. Confusion washed over me as two coffins came into view. I’d forgotten I’d been driving.

    1. Clever

51. “My Hero”

    Rain caused my unwise decision to cross at the dangerous intersection. Brakes screeched, as the young girl ran out and shoved me hard. I struggled to catch my breath, looking for my savior. My gaze found her face in the photo on the pole, surrounded by flowers and teddy bears.

52. I climbed out of the car. The harsh wind hit my face as it picked up. Though the diner looked empty, I went in quickly, hoping my friend would hurry. The door opened suddenly. Freezing, I looked up. “Sorry I was late” he smiled, wiping the blood off his hands.

53. “An eerie date”
    I climbed out of the car. The harsh wind hit my face as it picked up. Though the diner looked empty, I went in quickly, hoping my friend would hurry. The door opened suddenly. Freezing, I looked up. “Sorry I was late” he smiled, wiping the blood off his hands.

54. Social Anxiety, the Welcome Party, & Queer Flavors

    Where was the restroom? Molly was embarrassed to ask.

    Hilda pushed a brownie into her hand. It tasted like desiccated dirt but Molly ate it with a smile.

    She cleansed her palate with punch- sanguine, warm, and copper-ish in flavor.

    What was in it? Molly sipped it quietly without asking.

55. He’s Here

    “Goodnight Laney!” I said across the room. We were knocked out before our heads hit the pillow. I oddly slept through the whole night. My head pounding, I woke up. No Laney. The room’s covered in blood. I’m covered in blood. He’s at the foot of my bed, I’m next.

56. B&E

    It was a robbery, she thought, sobbing picking through her broken and missing things. The shock of what had happened making her forget she needed to call the police, call anyone. At least she hadn’t been home, or hurt. Lights had been smashed, her bedroom was dark. There they waited.

57. Only My Insides Can Get Out

    I’m trapped and I can’t stop puking. It’s not happening now but it will come back. Anytime I try to leave or communicate with the outside I retch horribly. All that comes up now is blood and pieces of my guts. My final scream for help will be a gag.

58. “Soup”

    He lived alone
    in a quiet cabin
    in thick woods.
    He drew his bath
    in the claw-foot tub
    in this quiet cabin
    in thick woods.
    But when he twisted and slipped,
    only trees could hear
    as he drowned
    alone
    in his quiet cabin
    in thick woods;
    lonely corpse of soup

59. “Wolf Spider”

    Never kill a wolf spider,
    she carries her children on her back,
    all nestled and safe.
    Until your unwise hand slays,
    and they flee their mother’s corpse.
    You’ll fail to snuff out
    every one of those scattering black babes.
    They will hide in the dark.
    They will remember…
    and grow.

60. THE BEEKEEPERS

    My eyes, like glass in this -18 degree weather. My fingers, strips of stainless steel. Searching his frozen frame for a heartbeat, no smoke rises from his nostrils and mouth. I taste his cold lips… slick with maraschino honey. The bees sting my back… their sugars dripping down me.

    1. Hallway

       You dash through dark empty halls. The corridor twists and it’s too dark to make out clearly. You extend your arms as not to collide with the walls but this slows you down. You hear it scraping its razor claws against the wall behind you. You trip. It reaches you.

       1. Time

          A clock ticks.
          The room is empty.
          Just you, the chair, the television.
          What should you do?
          There is nothing.
          No one wants to see you.
          No one cares.
          Age will do that to you.
          Leave you alone.
          You’re without children and spouse they’re already dead.
          Just another hundred years.

61. Patchwork

    She was followed by screams, it didn’t matter, small prices for others to pay. The flesh on her legs was maggot filled and rotting, but now she could replace them. With cold fingers she ripped her own legs off and put the young man’s legs on. Now for her face.

62. “Nix”

    I lurk in the shallow swamp,
    warm as blood,
    more ancient than weeping tree roots
    and golden-eyed gators,
    I wait.
    He sank, like the others,
    too deep in suckling Southern mud;
    I cradled him close.
    Despite his throes
    and desperate thrashing,
    he succumbed
    and slept.
    The gators had the rest.

63. GETTING TO KNOW ME

    Want to get to know me? Then come inside! No, not there. Here, inside my mind! That’s it. Here I am. Oh, don’t scream! It’s nice in here. All twirly and twisted, full of mad adventures! No, no, there’s no way out, so enjoy. And listen! Here come the others!

64. Prey

    Dead twigs crunched beneath her bare feet.
    Her tongue skimmed the dried blood on her mouth.
    Hungry and exhausted, she didn’t dare stop.
    She was being hunted. They’d surely kill her.
    Finally reaching the road, she flagged down a car.
    The driver would be her savior.
    And her next meal.

65. HUNGER PANGS

    I was irritable having sustained myself on Lester’s unwanted scraps from last weekend’s bar troll. The neighbor’s poodle was starting to make me drool. A familiar engine rumbled nearby, announcing its delivery of the sweetest, most succulent meat. I could barely contain myself as the school bus rounded the corner.

    1. •snap
       Snap
       snap
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66. Last Meal

    He tortured her daily.
    “Scientific experimentation,” he’d explained.
    But today he got too close when he brought her meal. She caught him with her talons. Her fangs ripped him open, blood saturating her fur.
    She’d have to ration this feast because no one would be coming to feed her now.

67. MAUREEN’S MEMENTO

    I stretch Maureen’s dress over my hips. My sister’s sickening, cotton-candy scent wafts from its velvety folds. We favored each other as little girls, but that didn’t last past puberty. I’d longed for a body like Miss Perfect Princess, Maureen’s. Now that her gasping has finally ceased, I have one.

68. SUCH COOL HALLOWEEN DECORATIONS
    “Those skeletons are the best!”
    “Thank you, Jackie.”
    “Amazing Jack-o-lanterns!”
    “Thanks.”
    “And those glowing eyes –“ Jackie peered into the hedge.
    “Huh?”
    “They look so-”
    The shrubbery rustled violently as Jackie was yanked within. Gnashing and slurping intermingled with muffled cries. Blood pooled at the base of the stairs.

69. The Preyed

    Finally invited downstairs, I meandered into friends gawking at another handwritten card…

    Imagine your mum on your left; your dad on your right. You must kill one.

    Just then, two battered and bound figures were pushed onto computer chairs on either side as a swarm of cellphones began filming me.

70. KICKS

    It was late when the clown pressed his gloved hand across my mouth before I could yell for Mommy.
    “Shhh, Emma. It won’t hurt,” he whispered through the mask and scooped me out of my bed.
    I started to cry. Then I saw his shoes- Daddy’s blue and gray sneakers.

    1. A Welcoming Atmosphere.

       Sarah Anne stared almost hypnotized as the white lace curtains billowed and danced in a light breeze, the doorbell rang, she glanced around the room once more, and satisfied that there were no traces of blood left, she smiled and skipped downstairs to answer the door to her next guests.

71. The Haunted House

    The creature lurking in the shadows at midnight
    The children in lion costumes trying to gain light
    Soon the children are out til midnight and the creatures see
    Pop goes the weasle as the creatures grasp at the children
    By morning everything is set right
    Only the midnight creatures remember

    1. Ominous Spirit

       Christian is asleep sound in his bed.
       Something brushes his head, then he wakes up to find blood on his head instead. Christian walks down the hall to turn on the light. Then his body feels thin like a thread only to collapse dead. Or so Christians nightmare had said.

72. The Six-Month Check-Up

    Sitting reclined with a tray of tools close behind, I stared upwards into the chair’s bright lamp. With my face angled towards an unknown chest, its voice whispered in my ear after a deliciously sprayed mist replaced the dental air. Ten hours later, a decapitated head laid within my hands.

73. The Bowling League

    The reek from new stock paled from the alley hosting twenty lanes with ten old limbs in staggered positions, dangling in the distance, as nearby conveyor belts rotated small, big, heavy and light heads. The intercom went on: “ Remember, all game losers will be escorted to the supply room.”

74. The Killing

    Invictus sucked another sheep dry and wiped his now burning mouth. Alarmed, he sniffed the sheep carcass. It smelled like garlic. He didn’t see the seasoned wood pitchfork, until it erupted from his chest. The farmer laughed and whispered lovingly into his ear; “I do love the taste of Vampire”.

75. Susan Stuhlman

    She ran toward the wild screams. The neighing and stomping added to the cacophony. She froze at the corner. One cougar peered from the hayloft poised to drop down on a mare and foal. His partner in crime pawed through the barred door. The perfect decoy.

76. To the Mother of Shelby

    In the yard, you’ll find her. Every body part I slowly cut off of her can be found in its own grave, marked by the teeth that I plucked from her skull one by one. But don’t worry. You won’t need to grieve long. There’s room in the yard, Mother.

77. Speechless

    She stumbled out of the alley, clutching her throat. Crimson dripped between her fingers, like candle wax. Unable to scream, she reached with her free hand at the first person she saw who could help her. He turned and smiled at her. He raised the knife and finished the job.

78. She lay frozen reciting the evil prayer. She channeled her energy and strength to her mother. “Use it. Use the knife. You hid it. Use it!”

    She tracked her parents’ violent movement by their screams and body slams. They traveled the same direction every night.

    “Use it!”

79. Memento Mori

    As I sit now writing, I am joined by a ghastly presence. It sits abreast of me, but I am much too fearful to turn my head to gain a full vision. It does nothing, but sidles ever closer and whispers in my ear the day of my death. Today.

80. Parked at Make-Out Point

    Jasper had his hand up Kathleen’s shirt when the rock burst through the open window and caved in his skull.
    Kathleen screamed.
    The clown leaned in the window, grinning. He picked up the rock, and placed it on the accelerator.
    Kathleen said “Please-“
    The clown put the car in drive.

81. Why Little Bear?

    Dad tucked me into bed.
    “Little Bear,” Dad said. “The police don’t think Mommy died by accident.”
    I let out a whimper.
    “What’s wrong Little Bear?”
    “I saw you kill her.” I whispered.
    Daddy sighed softly. “I wish you hadn’t.”
    He gently slid the pillow from under my head.

82. Green Grape

    She never used the word “lonely,” instead she referred to herself as self-sufficient.
    Maybe her family had left her because they were jealous of her money or of her accolades.
    But what left her dead on the living room armchair was a small green grape, lodged in her throat.

83. “Bloodletting”

    When I started to bleed-
    from my nose, ears, mouth, pores-
    I wrapped myself tightly in thick rags.
    Bloated from effort of not seeping through, I lumbered.
    A child, following my steps, pulled hard at my ends.
    At once spurting, and-
    “Monster!” I gurgled,
    washed away quickly with the rain.

84. First Call

    Like most budding serial killers, Lawrence eventually got tired of mutilating animals. For years he fantasized about killing a human, of becoming the ultimate gatekeeper between life and death. As he reclined in his office that afternoon, he smiled at the intercom announcement:
    “Doctor Lawrence to the operating room.”

85. Title: Lovely Bait

    We’re going fishing tonight, my love.
    How the moon glistens against your skin,
    And shimmers atop the lake.
    This will be fun!
    I must say, you look…delectable.
    How I wish I could keep you…
    I regrettably wish you were still whole,
    Still held together.
    But that’d make for nasty bait
    We wouldn’t want that.
    Let’s witness what the fish will bite!

86. Tricks and Treats

    William was excited for trick or treating until Mrs. Kelly, out with her corgi, stopped by and convinced his mother that poisoned candy was a serious concern. Despite his disappointment, William gave the dog a treat as Mrs. Kelly left; he was surprised it didn’t notice the scent of bleach.

87. Roomies

    I’ve always heard that living with roommates is annoying.
    Things are never where I leave them. I get woken up by rummaging in the kitchen. Some nights, like tonight, there’s footsteps up and down the hall. They just stopped outside my door.
    Now I really wish I didn’t live alone.

88. Lost and Found

    It started with a missing phone.
    As I searched my apartment I noticed the front door had turned into a wall. Same for the windows. The fridge and faucets were gone too. It’s been three days now. The apartment is down to this one closet.
    And it’s getting smaller.

89. Don’t Look at Us

    Stop staring, my sweet. I might hurt you,
    Lose my grip.
    We won’t suspect it, will we?
    A silent moment before you howl
    I warn us with honesty,
    Would I ever lie to you?
    Shh, Hold your tongue
    Do not speak.
    Look away
    Run.
    Before we lose control.
    Before I

90. Spooks

    Gary didn’t want to visit that haunted house; his friends dragged him there. The costumes and strobe lights were fun until he got separated from them. He laughed while a clown swung a knife at him; he stopped when he felt a searing pain as it plunged into his chest.

91. MISOPHONIA

    That sound! That maddening sound! Every night, sitting across from him, listening to him smack his food, mouth wide open, bits spraying as he continues to talk through it. It drives me crazy! I want to just stab that mouth shut forever! But the people on his plate prevent me.

92. No Witnesses

    Silently gliding in and out of darkened rooms, his chilling presence went undetected.

    Ignoring the sixth commandment, he believed he was the only one who truly cared, deftly administering assistance to the elderly. Without a murmur, their spirits arose before daybreak, by which time he had vanished, leaving no witnesses.

93. The Misadventures of Detective Ezra & Ghost Jay

    —
    “This case is colder than my body.”

    “Quit with the dead jokes.”

    “What? Aren’t they funny?”

    “No.”

    “Just trying to lighten things up. Y’know, since we’re investigating my murder.”

    Ezra was the culprit himself. His plot to quiet Jay upended since now that he was dead he wouldn’t shut up.

94. Trick Or Treat

    Something was tapping softly on the door.

    ‘Who could that be; I’m in the middle of nowhere?’

    “Hello?” the girl asked, leaning on the door.

    The tapping continued.

    “Who’s there?”

    “Trick or treat,” it giggled.

    “It’s not Halloween. Go away!”

    The giggling grew. “Trick or treat, I smell fresh meat.”

95. TITLE: MISSING

    Police filled my home ever since my daughter went missing.

    To clear my mind, I went to clean my sons room.

    Ignoring the pentagrams and posters hanging on the wall, I started making his bed.

    I stepped back and froze.

    Why does his mattress smell so bad and feel lumpy?

96. TITLE: WORK FUNCTION

    “Where’s Randy?” Someone asked.

    “Who cares!” Said another.

    Nobody at the party particularly cared for their boss, Randy, but he was invited all the same.

    Sarah, the party host watched as each of her co-workers gobbled down the special meatloaf.

    She smiled. Little did they know, Randy was already here.

97. TITLE: OH, DEATH

    She laid in bed, staring at the dark figure in the corner of the room.

    “Are you Death?” She asked nervously.

    “Yes”

    “You’ve come for me?”

    “Not you.”

    Just then, her husband walked in.

    “Robert!” She screamed.

    Robert clutched his chest and collapsed.

    He was gone, and so was Death.

98. Abomination

    Abortion is a perfectly normal process, Emily thought. Some people have one to avoid a serious medical complication while others have one simply because it is just not the “right time”. As the needle punctured her soft skin and her eyes became heavy, Emily wished she knew her mom’s reason.

99. Pedobus

    Late at night, on a desolate curbside waits a yellow bus,
    It preys on the young and snatches them before they fuss,
    With black window screens and smothered children’s screams,
    Sharp claws gleam, pull them inside, and devour their dreams,
    Heads hang low in requiem, quietly cautioning: Beware the Pedobus.

100. Screaming Sleepover
     Girls night was such a fun time, bowls of popcorn passed around and an endless move night. We had the house all to ourselves, so we thought… until the lights flickered and went out. Next thing we knew blood had covered everything and screams were coming from right outside.

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