Bern Vega walked through the front door of his tiny bungalow on Brook Street with the words of the writing class instructor resonating in his head: “If you’re having trouble getting started
Our Last Encounter by Brian Burmeister
“What are you doing?”
The patio door swung open. I panicked and jumped about ten feet. She was near me, a car’s length to my left.
The Other Woman by Lana Weinstei
The restaurant is crowded and the hum is building as the place quickly fills and the overfilled plates and glasses arrive at the small, closely jammed tables.
Winnebago by Chase Cline
I sat across from Sarah in the kitchen, her dark brown hair held to one side with a scrunchy. She was wearing a pink robe, faded from years of wear. It was now past twelve on a chilly October night.
Winner: Death into the Heart by Jesse Chapin
Dead?” she asked the officer standing at the door. Martha wore a shocked look.
The Right Kind by J. Galvin
My dad tapped the top of his beer can and turned Tom Petty up louder.
“Make sure you get the right kind.”
Lyssa by Heather Terry
I was sitting in my room when I first saw it. Or thought I saw it, I suppose. I can’t say that I’ve ever actually seen anything. But I knew it was there, nonetheless.
October 22, 2015
October 22, 2015 by Rayma Elaine It was a chilly Thursday, sometime last November. I had very late night at the office. Since I was the last one there, I had to check all the rooms and then lock up. I turned out the last light, then was on my way out. I locked up…
Taming the Devil by Chris Martin
Since her mother left and they moved into that old Victorian home, Martin saw his daughter, Eva, change drastically.
Hello There by Cecil Wilde
You know those horror stories that start out with a line something like ‘it was a dark and stormy night’? This isn’t one of those.
Blemmyae by Drew Nowlin
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
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?”