It was six days before Thanksgiving when Jamie’s mother died, and he spent the holiday watching the Packers trounce the Lions in his grandfather’s beer-smelling easy chair.
Newly Deceased by Ryan Brooks
First day of school and, like most kids, I was feeling very nervous. Trying to look unconcerned about all the people pointing and whispering at me, I made my way through the great gates,
Tarot by Jennifer Rollings
She had been expecting him all month. Passing him on the street, she had known what the reading would disclose. As long as there was no Ten of Swords, he’d be all right. She liked him, despite her sense he was troubled.
A Sadistic Tale y Marco den Ouden
Jack was camping out in the field with his brothers when the men came for them. They grabbed them brusquely and tossed them into the back of the truck. After a short drive
104.9 by John Perry
My mother loved to listen to the radio, it was her favorite thing to do. She would listen to one station in particular which was an oldies station that played music from her teenage years
The Man in the Costume by Brandi Hebenthal
The Man in the Costume by Brandi Hebenthal As I see the reflection of what I think is a knife, I start to panic inside.I slowly look up and the clown starts to chuckle. The clown has a creepy smile across his face. It starts to walk alongside the bed. I try to move and…
Ghost Train by Grey Harlowe
“When will we get there, Mom?” Caleb asked. Again.
Ashes by Lakesha Ely
There is a camping ground outside of a small town that houses an ancient being. The people who live there believes in what lies underneath the soil; a horrible creature that was burnt to ashes long ago
The Vanishing at Hemlock Hill by Savannah Brooks
You are walking past Hemlock Hill Cemetery at midnight, but you aren’t afraid. A cemetery at midnight is too cliché a setting for anything to actually happen, you think
Chasing Zero by Jean Ryan
Garret has a head cold. Naturally he’s in a foul mood. His world has stopped
Wreckage by Holden Lyric
She always loves the smell of her mother’s freshly baked apple pie. She never dares eat it, though. She always appreciates the smell of food more than the taste.
Black Black by Scott McClelland
Last thing I remember was her arm being out the window. We was racing down the 101, outside Ventura, sun disappearing over her shoulder. She handed me the bottle,
Crime Does Pay by Sue Jennings
Josiah R. Sutcliff made his fortune stealing the mineral wealth of California and Nevada in the 1880’s and 1890’s. When Josiah died in 1937, he was one of the richest and loneliest men west of Denver
A Face at the Window by Rita Crossley
It was on a Wednesday that I first saw it. I was in the garden hanging out the washing when something caught my eye at the house opposite. I looked away, so scared by the image
No Escape by Grey Harlowe
They started out in the dark. A 4:30 a.m. alarm had gotten them out the door, showered and respectable, in old but clean REI outfits. Leah hated this. Waking up before dawn