The Cellar Stares
by Dean Kuch
“Don’t go down there, ple-e-e-eeeeease, “ Jenny pleaded. “There’s a monster down there. I know; he told me his name today”
The little transistor radio blared out ‘Temporary Insanity’ by The Intruders in the background through a single, tinny sounding speaker.
“Jenny, gimme’ that flashlight, and quit playing around. C’mon, you heard that glass breaking the same as I did,” he reminded her. “It’s probably just a coon or a possu—”
“Nuh-no, it’s not Bobby,” the tiny tot mumbled, then pointed toward the doorway. “it—it’s cellar stares!”
Bobby switched on the light and opened the door. His nose was assailed almost immediately by a pungent odor.
“Whew, what died in here?” The flashlight beam cut sharply into the darkness, casting elongated shadows upon the rickety wooden steps below. As Bobby began his descent, the last thing he saw in his short young life were a pair of white, maniacal eyes.
Jenny’s screams echoed across many acres of barren farmland, trailing off into the ebony
The shoddy transistor radio sat unattended upon the kitchen table radio, playing now to an audience of none…
“We interrupt this broadcast to bring you a
Be on the look-out for a male Caucasian, Keller Shares. Shares escaped this morning from the Monroe Psychiatric Institution. Shares is considered to be extremely dangerous…
Richard Edwards has a BFA in Creative Writing and Journalism from Bowling Green State University and an M.S. in Education from the University of Akron. Managing editor of Drunk Duck, poetry editor for Prairie Margins, reporter for Miscellany, Akron Journal, Lorain Journal, and The BG News. He has also worked as a professional writer and editor in the medical publishing industry for several years. For the last 15 years Richard has also taught literature and writing at the secondary and post-secondary levels. He works much of the time with at-risk students.