Detective Burns and Lowry hurried down the creaky hallway with weapons firmly drawn. Cobwebs and exposed wiring along the ceiling blazed with an eerie yellow
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Five Fun Facts About Me by Ard Connell
No, don’t wake up. I’ve been waiting for a quiet moment.
The Red Priest Beatrice Preti
Father Rosso stood over the corpseless head, his beautiful white robes stained with blood. His body was rigid, yet calm, like a man at prayer, which he might have been, save for the knife clenched in his fist.
It Will Consume You By Miriam A Averna
Even before I open my eyes, I feel its dark, malignant presence. It stands motionless in the corner of my bedroom. The air is cold but thick with a putrid stench
Horror by Kelsie Stelting
“Can’t we watch something more interesting?”
Doppelgangers by Paul Weidknecht
These weird double-people Melody observed from time to time around the house never hurt her, but the moment she realized they were imitations and not real people
The Bunny Mask by Ashley Slattery
When I was younger, there had been a few kids in my area that had gone missing and were later found dead. The killer would never leave clues and the police were baffled.
Dance with the Devil by Tim Sacks
“Who’s that over there?” Alex inquired, surreptitiously pointing to an arguing pair in the back. They were an odd twosome to be sure. The girl, while decked out
Class Dismissed by Brandon Batista
It was no secret that Ms. Madison’s Junior English class was the worst behaved group of students in WestWay High School. The young teacher had more than a little trouble
The Last Great Request by Lee Harrison
“We think the chance of change is good but so far we haven’t recorded anything concrete.”
The Quail by Sozou-Kyrkou Konstantina
Sophia immerses the podgy quail into a pot of hot water and then starts plucking them. Tufts of brown feathers blanket the water. She then cuts their heads
The Noise by Timothy Mowers
He could hear it. Slowly, cautiously advancing .Building up pressure slowly increasing ever slightly. And then all at once exploding like a cyclone, vibrating,
Winter Break by Nana K. Adjei-Brenyah
I was home on break. Freezing rain came and went. The cold, however, crossed its arms and chained itself to everything.
Coming Home at Midnight to the Farm by Donal Mahoney
Driving down the hill I see the same bend in the road the school bus took me around for years. I can see in the headlights the wildflowers ringing the curve like a necklace
Missing the Messiah by Paul Finnigan
Paul Finnigan is a short story writer from Ottawa, Canada. He has a collection of short fiction that has been published in both Canada and the United States