Welcome to our 2019 $500 Halloween Horror 50 Word Story Contest. Yes, that’s right. It’s already here. Every year we run our contests, and those of you who have been frequent readers, this is what you’ve been waiting for.
First we will be doing a print issue! We will be doing 2 print issues, and we will pick entries from this contest to be in our issue. If you had a 50 word story designated to be in our print issue, from a past contest, please contact us.
Second, we will be giving out a $500 reward for the best 50 word horror story. This is not easy for us. Every Writer is not doing as well as it did in the past, but we want your stories. I believe writers should get paid for their work. I wish we could pay all of our writers, but it’s just impossible. So $500 for 50 words, I think is a unique and valuable statement to our readers. Ten dollars a word is what all writers really deserve.
So here are the rules:
• Story must be scary
• Story must be 50 words
• Story must be original and your own
• Story may not be published elsewhere
• Story must have a title (does NOT count in word count)
• Deadline is October 25, 2019
• Enter as many times as you want
• Story must be written in the comments below!
• Be nice or be disqualified
I love these stories. This is one of favorite traditions of Every Writer. I look forward to this every year, and this year I have extended the time we are going to spend with the contest.
The winners will:
• Be announced on October 31, 2019
• Will get $500
• Will be published in our digital and print issue.
• Will get an author page on our site
There is no entry fee for this contest. It would help us out greatly if you would donate 1$ or more, if you can, to help out the site. We would really appreciate it. A donation will not be considered in the deciding this contest.
If you want to keep up with me on Twitter, please follow me at @everywriter, I follow back all writers.
Good luck, and let the writing begin.
HERE IS THE WINNER
I have picked 4 stories. They all have times and days on them. If the winner does not respond by Friday 11/22/19 the money will go to the next story on the list. Here are the top 4 stories in order. ONLY OUR 1st PLACE WINNER gets the $500. Also, so this insanity never happens again, the winner will be invited back next year to be one of the judges.
WINNER 1st Place:
Kit Steward 10/13/19 5:20 pm
THE MIDNIGHT INCUBATOR
She heard mushy sounds for days and suffered from unbearable itchiness.
A doctor’s visit revealed earwig pupae nesting in her ear canal, it was flushed out.
Later, weary from stress, she crawled into bed.
That night while she slept, the creature returned.
And finding the eggs missing, it laid more.
2nd Place:
Elizabeth Lee 09/24/19 4:36 pm
Secondhand Doll
She didn’t want a secondhand doll so she flung it across the room. Porcelain cracked against the wall. Her mom made her glue the pieces back together. A thin shard sliced her hand, baptizing the doll in her hateful blood. The secondhand doll decided she didn’t want an ungrateful child.
3rd Place:
Alexander Daley Escobedo 10/25/19 3:38pm
Heirloom
We Buried my brother today. Suicide. He thought something evil was haunting him. He’d been medicated, institutionalized, shocked and secluded. He found his own way out. I wish I could tell him I’m sorry. Or had listened more closely. Because, when I got home, it was on my couch. Laughing.
4th place:
JB 10/25/19 8:12pm
TITLE: RESEVOIR
We should have known something was wrong when we first tasted the water. It was a little brown, but no more than usual in this apartment complex.
We kept drinking it until it turned black.
When they opened the water tank, they found the bloated, rotting corpse of my neighbor.
We usually always contact the winners first, but after all the trouble, we are opening up the process. I am again, very sorry for how late this is. I did not expect 4000 stories. Next year I will be ready.
Newby Anderson says
NEW BORN KILLER
She had been laughing as he carved the knife through her child swollen stomach. Laughing hysterically as blood pooled out around them in the alleyway with the screams of his soon to be protégé.
“Go to Hell!” she laughed, pale from the blood loss.
“Don’t worry, you’ll meet me there.”
Jessica Forbes says
Jack in the Box
I bang on the wood. My fingers bleed and nails break. I scrabble and scratch. I can hear their voices. I shout, scream. Why can’t they hear me?
They grow fainter, dissolving in an ever increasing roar. I’m unbearably hot.
Again I shout, scream, “I’m not dead!”
Not yet, Jack.
Sonja N. says
The Neighbor
After the grisly, unexplained deaths, my neighbor’s apartment stood vacant – quiet for months. One night, a faint scratch came from next door. A tap, tap, tap. I grabbed a glass, held it against the wall, pressed my ear to it. Silence…and then a soft whisper, “I see you.”
praise says
Slave to death
His body lay dead at my feet. His heart burnt so he wouldn’t return. The look of horror still etched on the child’s face.
It was all part of the deal with death. I had to kill everyday to prolong my days in hell.
Dawn Rae says
Resurrection
I wanted him back so badly that I used the precious lock of his hair I’d kept and made it happen. He came back, just not as I’d known him. After all, he’d been four months in the grave. Now, I can’t make him go. No more hair, you see.
Mercy Godwin says
MEDITATE
Stay still!.
Spread your arms and drift in the silence. Follow the call, like you hear the lulling voice from a distance. Slow, deep breaths; in and out to feel your chest lighten with calm.
She was doing it. Ease drew nearer but the voice came too.
“We’re the dead!”.
Marie Julian says
Redemption
The windows violently kissed her lips.
The floor continually whispered in her ear.
The curtains wore themselves like a necklace.
The room fought for her attention, pulling her in every direction.
They were jealous of the door, Twas what she went after.
“Father go away!” The demons cried. “she’s ours!”
Grace Mwiza Gondwe Chisale says
MIRRORED
The tall shadow towered over her, teeth snarling with the desire to devour its prey. Darkness swallowed sun and cloud above. Grabbing her wrist,it whispered. “This is what happens when you’re friends with the monster under the bed.” It was only then she realised …she was staring at herself
Jennifer Richter says
THE FINAL PARALYSIS
Sonia lies curled up, paralyzed, and alone while her mind’s eye forms the sleep monster from her childhood: face in shadow, hair like black petrified grubs. With cold breath tickling the back of her neck, Sonia rocks herself awake and rolls onto her other side. Right into her visitor’s clutches.
Dawn Rae says
Survivor
I survived the attack, barely, and everyone said I was lucky. Lucky, sure. They didn’t see my attacker everywhere, as I did. At every corner. In every café. On every bus. They didn’t know, but I did. He would be back. And next time, he would win. I knew it.
Kit Steward says
THE PECULIAR TENANT FROM 4-D
The dingy apartment’s windows were blacked-out with plastic.
Regulated bursts of ozone infused light pierced the chamber.
A heavy workload of specimens was diligently processed by the newcomer.
Friday nights were the highlight of his weekly research.
Jared was the last pizza delivery boy abducted before government investigators caught on
Kit Steward says
THE LAST THOUGHT OF PARIS
It was bleak.
Rain droned in muffled pulses on the old roof.
The drenched pair huddled in the safety of the empty house.
Outside torrents pelted through broken windows.
Wallpaper sagged like loose skin.
Something creaked.
Rotten timbers buckled and wet ceiling plaster crashed like heavy thunder.
The rain stopped.
Tim Kurtzweil says
Blood Night, Sweetheart—it’s Time to Go
“Happy Huma-Wean, little Gourdons! Your axe, Pumpko, and a brand-new machete for Pumpki. Hear that keening? They’re ripe.”
“Death to Earthsinners! Harvest!”
“Hackfest!” Eyes flickering, flaming mouths silhouetting ragged teeth, the children charged the family garden, where viny arms linked howling human heads.
Whose eyes blossomed as the blades fell.
Kit Steward says
THE DEVELOPMENT OF SHCV#5
Once the cause of spontaneous human combustion was pinpointed, the CDC weaponized it.
Within weeks the world’s streets became littered with human corpses, dried like worms caught on hot summer pavement.
After off-gassing recirculated several billion tons of H2O back into the ecosystem, nobody complained about water shortages ever again.
Sally Soltero says
The Boulder and the Pebble
You stand in an unknown place. In front of you, a boulder you cannot see past. You cannot move from a sense of impending tragedy. Suddenly, a pebble appears in midair as if hanging from a string. It swings back and forth, back and forth, until click. You are gone.
Tim Goldstone says
BLOOD TEST
His blood test, as always, every three months. Boring. Over the years they must have had more than eight pints, he mused, and joked about that with the nice nurse. “Don’t worry,” she said, smiling, “you’re getting it all back today.” He cried as the tube went down his throat.
Polina Kim says
The stories are real
I tell myself it’s in my head. I tell myself the sounds I hear aren’t real. I recite it like a mantra: it isn’t real, it isn’t real. I try convincing myself the moving darkness is just shadows. It’s useless. In my heart I know it’s real. They’ve found me.
sulayge coreas says
The Scary Attic
It was a quiet foggy evening Everyone was sitting by the fire place. We started to hear strange noises. We went up to the attic to see what the noise was. The lights went off. We then heard someone scream. We turned around quickly and it was our friend Ashley.
Lake Solomon says
“LAUGHTER”
The knife gleams with the crimson red. A sinister chuckle fills the silent atmosphere. He looks at his surroundings and he laughs. He laughs at what he has done. He looks at the body lying on the floor, then at his blood stained clothes. “Onto the next one,” he growls.
Joel Reeves says
NEIGHBORHOOD WATCH
Guttalon scooped up a head from the pile of mangled corpses, rolling it to Banebrood. The enormous creature snatched it up.
“Looks delicious. Cripps?”
“Nope.”
“MS-13!”
Guttalon snorted.
Banebrood tore off the helmet.
Revealing a Swastika.
He quickly swallowed the skull, the crunch of Aryan Brotherhood bitter in his
mouth.
Patrick Thornton says
“Trick or Treat!”
The ghoul in the doorway held out a candy bar—then snatched it back.
“Trick!” The door slammed shut.
The little goblins knocked again. “Treat,” they said this time.
Bony hands darted into the outstretched bags, snatched handfuls of candy.
“Thanks.” The door slammed shut for good.
Chris Hibbard says
‘Lunatics Scrawling’
I write this in haste from deep within the gates of madness in the hope that some innocent soul finds it in time to save us all. The church is a lie! They feast upon the stillborn behind the cellar door. They are closing in around me as I write.
Melinda Care says
Stormy
It was storming hard outside the broken window. Red slime covered the table and walls. A horrible moldy dead smell lingered throughout. Lightening flashed to reveal the Gremlin standing on the dead guy’s head as he carefully studied the shotgun, he had ripped off the wall in the den.
Sarah Kate says
Drained
Iron shackles above wound my throat. My arms, fully extended, were bound to the walls. Each arm was impaled by needles. Every beat, I grew weaker while I watched my blood drain. The chain shortened as I collapsed. Jerking and twitching, I saw his cruel pointed smile smeared with blood.
AD Devlin says
INEVITABLE?
Dwight Aemon aspirates blood into Korangal Valley night air, Afghanistan.
He’s dying, delirious. He prays, bargains for life, full recovery. Doesn’t imagine the deal his un-Christened soul makes is real.
Passport control dismisses red-tinged eyes as travel or battle fatigue.
Harbinger of the daemon apocalypse is respectfully welcomed, as foretold.
Gonzalo Leon-Gelpi says
UNEXPECTEDLY
Horrified, he pressed his body against the wall, closed his eyes and waited for the blow of the ax to strike him. However, it did not come.
He looked up.
“I was just kidding.”
Then, as the young man relaxed, the stranger struck.
Melinda Care says
Stormy
It was storming hard outside the broken window. Red slime covered the table and walls. A horrible moldy dead smell lingered throughout. Lightening flashed to reveal the Gremlin triumphantly standing on the dead guy’s head as he carefully studied the shotgun, he had ripped off the wall in the den.
Caryn Rochfort says
Deal With It!
Important for my health, I know–but I want to run! Feeling stuck, I must ask: “Why does it have to be uncomfortable? Why does it have to hurt so much?”
The doctor looks up from between my legs, speculum ready, and answers: “Because that’s just the way it is.”
Gerri Zimmerman says
A Nearby Cornfield
Scarecrows are patient. They wait for their victims to come to them. However, there is one scarecrow who searches instead of waiting.
That scarecrow made the mistake of running into a witch who became livid and retaliated. You can find the remains of the scarecrow scattered in a nearby cornfield.
Chantal M says
Behind glass
I stepped inside and there she was, trapped behind glass but not for long. “Hello there,” she said to me with her dead eyes and bloody teeth. I hadn’t called her name and yet here she was. She broke through the glass and added yet another life to her list.
maia broughton says
Birthday slaughter
One already gone.
This was meant to be a fun night, then he ruined it. No one heard him come through the door as the three of us were getting ready to go out. Suddenly, fear hit as the lights went off. He’d killed one, are we next. The Perpetrator.
Chantal M says
Doorbell
The doorbell rang, a sound that filled me with curiosity. I creaked the door open and was pushed out, no one near to hear the door slam shut. In a single moment, the darkness of the night became darker, my screams became muffled, and my breath was forced to stop.
Amy Willing-Sato says
The Neighbour
The old wooden floor creaked as it walked, slow steps in our direction. We hid in the closet huddled close together to stay warm. The door opened, and we saw him. He had no face, just a mouth, and long black fangs. Then, he grabbed me, and pulled me inside.
maia broughton says
Revenge can be sweet
Nefarious and ready to repay who killed her family. She found the red Pick-up, from the accident. Clarice waited until both the men were inside, then she struck. Taking a semi-truck and ramming into the pick-up as they were in the driveway, killing the two men instantly. Without any guilt.
Ford Waight says
THE HORSEMAN’S BRIDE
Moonlight, crossroads, destiny with a devil, October wind gnawing her bones… turns soul-achingly colder when she hears the advance of galloping hooves. The rider, so dandy, handsome – despite no head! SWISH goes his cutlass through her scarf and neck, as he summons her decollated body to ride with him.
Ceilidh Buizer says
Under Floorboards
I’ve been rotting under the floorboards Jack Winter threw me under for over a decade. All I wanted was to sell him cookies, all Jack wanted was a new victim. I used to wail, hoping someone would save me, but it’s become clear, no one cares where I disappeared to.
Marie Mitchell says
Haunted House
Marie Mitchell
“This house is haunted,” confessed the realtor.
“Who’s the ghost?” I asked.
“Could be any of 13 souls,” she guessed. “That’s how many remains they discovered in the crawlspaces.”
I bought the place anyway.
It’s time to return home.
Besides, I know where the other bodies are buried.
Marie Mitchell says
A-mazed
Marie Mitchell
I hate corn mazes.
I’m quickly disoriented.
And hopelessly lost.
I entered.
On a dare.
At midnight.
I pass the freaky scarecrow five times.
He appears more menacing each round.
Until—he disappears.
The next row, I come face-to-face with him.
Lifeless eyes.
Twisted smile.
Gloved hand.
Clutching a blade.
Paige W says
4:47 Am
The clock read 4:47 AM as the demon like figure stabbed their long claws into my neck, covering my mouth to muffle my screams, my legs thrashing around. I jolted awake, relieved it was just a dream. It was 4:46 AM.
Heavy footsteps, knocking vases over, heading towards my room.
Michael Tenn says
Michael Tenn Giraffe Gang
They went to the zoo, when they arrive, he wanted to see the lions. Then Timmy wanted to see the giraffes. They went on the sky view. His dad threw him in and let the lions out. They ate the giraffes and they tore apart little Timmy piece by piece.
Justyn Palm says
The next morning, Barbra, Faith, and Dora all get up and notice that Mark isn’t here they looked around. Barbra went into the room with the rocking chair and then the chandelier fell on her. She screamed in pain she is slowly losing herself.
Samuel Alexander says
ANYBODY THERE?
Awoken, frightened from a nightmare; you get down from bed, the softness around your feet intensifies — rats.
They disperse as you retract, gathering your heart as finished collages. Heading to the bathroom, the sound of water grows.
“Late night visitor?”
You open; silence, dryness, the light begins flickering, exposing shadows.
Soheb Rahaman says
The unknown voice
Samuel walked down the corridor, slowly with his steps. A soft voice came from a room, faint but clear saying,”I waited for you, come and join me.”
No sooner than Samuel came close to the door, the floor became red as blood and the door opened suddenly.
Samuel Alexander says
JEEZ, THOSE CANINES!
Tears trail down his eye, his left eye…then, Malia sink into his embrace.
“Malia, if this be our parting, I…”
‘You ain’t leaving, stop…’
“Yes, not me”
‘I don’t get…’
His canines grow into Malia’s neck vein, the warmth agreeing with the lingering fog, she drop, bloody, wide eyed.
Will Berry says
Here is my story: Watched and Taken
I’m being watched. Who’s watching me? I can’t tell. I look around, but it’s too dark. Suddenly I feel cloth. I’ve been taken. Where are they taking me? They shouldn’t be here. It isn’t possible. I know someone has made a grave mistake, and now I must pay for it.
Juli Bradshaw says
My Collection
I have a fondness for my suit collection. It’s my belief that a high quality suit really speaks volumes about the type of person you are. It doesn’t matter the cut or color, the superiority of the material is the key. My collection contains only the most prime human flesh.
Michael Devine says
DEATH CREEPS UP ON YOU
After you’re bit death creeps up your arm. The sooner you chop it off, the better. I was in denial, it was past my elbow. With a chainsaw I got it off. That was a week ago. Before I got bit in the face. For that steel wool works great.
Juli Bradshaw says
Silent Victim
I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out. My feet were heavy, unable to move toward the safety of the brightly lit street ahead. I trembled in the alley’s shadows, watching my attacker stalk closer. His hands slowly reached for my throat, ready to silence me forever.
Newby Anderson says
THE SONG IN THE SONG BIRD
The young boy picked his mothers lovely song bird out of its cage, being careful to hold it tightly.
“I’ll shut you up,” the boy said and gnawed off the birds head as its neck. A tearing crunch, then a gush of iron. It was sweet and sang of silence.
Mia says
THE SMOKING SKELETON
The blood shimmers from my hand as I reach up to him.
I look death in the eyes, a yellow haze swimming through the empty sockets,
and light his cigarette with my match.
Anthony Campbell says
Banshee
Caleb locked the door behind him, and took ragged breaths as he collapsed onto the cabin floor. Blood oozed from his busted nose. Just 2 more hours and he can leave at sunrise.
A creak of a floorboard sent a chill up his spine. “I should’ve checked the back door.”
Renee Auburns says
Killed With Care
He lowers me into a hole. My heart doesn’t beats, my lungs don’t breathe, but I still think. My cold hands are clasped on my chest, covering a deep wound. Dirt is thrown atop my dead body. He may have killed me, but at least he did it with care.
Sherriska says
Car Trouble
Check Engine lights flashes on as my car dies a quick death.
Bloody hell, middle of nowhere.
Not a streetlight to cut the dark.
Thank God headlights headed my way.
Good Samaritan to my rescue.
Pickup door opens, overhead light burned out,
Hiding the face of my nightmares.
Ashlyn K says
Apocalypse
It’s here. The apocalypse. I thought I was safe in this dark, damp, lonely cave. But alas, I’ve been discovered. As a small zombie approached me, I analyzed the situation. The zombie’s flesh was rotting, and the face looked like he had stood undead next to the sun. The melted face only got worse as I neared. And the worst part was the flies crowding my bedraggled hair.
Ashlyn K says
Eyeless
Running through the woods, no idea where I was going. He had ripped out my eyes, but I kept trudging through. Excruciating pain was going through my head. I imagined my face, twisted in agony as I suffered. Then he was there. The last thing I saw was a shiny point like an icicle.
Suzi says
BLOODSHED
The room was silent. Slowly darkness poured into the room. I looked about the room… Dead silent. I looked into one room and there I saw the body of a man; eyes missing. Silently, blood trickled through the floor. Then I saw a blood stained cat devouring the man’s eyes.
Kenan Ridjic says
OLD WITCH
I closed my bar. It’s 4 in the morning. I’m tired and I walk home. In the misty distance of the straight street, I see an old woman, covered with a scarf, limping slowly towards me. Dog runs over the street. As she moves, I slowly think of an end.
Roz says
Next Time, Be Careful Pumping Gas by Roz Beile
Gas sprays all over me. It infiltrates my mouth and seeps into my ears. I look around embarrassed.
A cigarette falls carelessly out of her hand. The gas welcomes the flame.
The embarrassment morphs into terror. A scream. An explosion. Burning flesh. Blazed bits of her dance to the ground.
Samuel Alexander says
LET’S PLAY!
The chandelier hang above the table on which lay pumpkins, masks, a baby toy and a knife; its light designing the room into a forest. No body in, except one year old Gabby sleeping in his cot.
Dad steps in, and Gabby is holding the knife at the other end.
Richard Shury says
The Incident on Platform Three at Basingstoke
Near the café a stroller stands empty.
‘Mary? Mary?!’
The voice is shrill and desperate. Wind pushes trash around, giving commuters an excuse not to hear.
The tannoy chimes.
“Please do not leave children unattended whilst on the station. Unattended children will be removed, and may be destroyed, without warning.”
Ben More says
Rotting
Her face feels like a rotting fruit. Smells like one too.
Her hair– unkempt– flares out unpredictably.
I run my hands through it.
Discolored clumps tear off. Balls of hair splatter on the ground.
Her open mouth salivates gratuitously.
“Look at me,” I rasp.
But she has no pupils left.
Ben More says
“Rotting” is the title of the story, not the first line
Nina Franz says
Out in the Woods
I wake up cold. Something draped across my chest. Thinking of a soaked trouser leg, I grope for the flashlight. As I sit up, your arm falls off me onto your white torso, drained of blood. A red glint on the tent wall catches my eye. Two words: “You’re next”.
liz murillo says
Nothing left
Take it all, there’s nothing left.
You took my heart & then my head.
No lover, no thoughts, only pain.
What else could you possibly gain?
I get up, fear running through my veins.
Your soul, it says.
It’s too late, I’m already dead.
There is nothing left.
Josh McIntosh says
10:45pm
Rain pours, the dogs sleep, and Pandora shuffles my music. From a mason jar I drink my tea. Weather reflects one’s mood. Loneliness, longing, insatiable “hunger” and depression burn within; my heart roasting. My mouth dries, pupils enlarge, beat quickens… drool oozing down my chin as Death takes me home.
Audrey Hartman says
Crushed By Darkness
Squinting at the corner of the room, I could just make out a black mass.I knew that he’d come for me, but I was paralyzed with fear. Suddenly he was there, mere inches from my face. I barely had time to take a breath before the darkness crushed me.
Riley Moore says
Gone Missing
We walked up to the very creepy and dark attic. I could hear each of my friends footsteps walking on the creeky floor. A cold breeze blew threw the room, although no windows were in the attic. I found a flashlight on a dusty box. AS we continued to look around we heard a sudden scream coming from behind us. Turning around and pointing the flashlight in the direction of the scream, Jenn was gone.
Aidan Koch says
Faceless
The man with no face sits where the grass meets the cement, silent and waiting. He doesn’t sit still. He doesn’t move either. His eyes twitch in erratic gestures, his hand gripping a black towel. The towel shudders and dances, dripping red. His head tilts towards me and I scream.
Daphni Wyldir says
T.V. Chair
He sits in his chair every day. He watches TV every day. Always something spooky, but nothing scares him anymore. Except for the chair he sits in. The moving men put it in the corner. There’s a shadow behind it. Are there monsters behind it? He’s too scared to look.
Wendy says
Death by consumption;
I ran from the forest into the back door… “Hello!” I pant out of breath.
No answer, my heart is beating for what I’m about to do, but what else can I do?
Opening the fridge I see left over pizza behind that spaghetti … with wide eyes I smile grab the food and stuff it into my mouth, my eyes roll to the back of my head as I devour the deliciousness.
tossing the empty bowl that could have fed 6 people and the empty box on the counter I grab the left over cherry pie and gallon of milk, bag of cookies and the cupcakes from last week … I can’t take the torture of being bullied, So I eat and eat!
Sirens blare; I hear my mother and father crying; I’m finally at peace on a full tummy.
Annie Knox says
DAISY
She stands in the corner of my room when I sleep
Blue dress, watching.
Paul plays with my hair, pulls out teeth
I try to scream, struggle; my throat can barely even
Squeak
Vocal chords- strangled in death grip
I jerk awake, a horrible nightmare.
But Daisy is still there.
Mia Forsythe says
Rebirth
I touched her wilting hand with care. Her skin screamed in agony as mine peeled it back, engulfing the rest of her arm. Her limp body toppled to the ground, poisoning the Earth with its putrid smell. It looked so peaceful, until it came back and took mine with it.
Pamela Raymond says
The Attic
Sunken glass eyes followed her every move. She twisted the bulb around, a makeshift spotlight into the dark corners. Under a single swaying lightbulb, the attic’s nooks and crannies kept their secrets. A dull, thud sliced the silence. The porcelain doll’s marble eyes stared back. Then it blinked and smiled.
Pamela Raymond says
Strange Ways
The strange little man had his strange little ways. Lights on in the basement well into the night his butler recounted. A hedonistic libertine in sheep’s clothing his young maid testified. The strange little man’s Victorian sensibilities could not obscure the inevitable discovery of missing women found in his basement.
Mia Forsythe says
Stuck
Tap, tap, tap clicked the distant sounds of heavy shoes on the marble floors. I squirmed and struggled but remained immobile. It was getting closer, I was growing impatient, almost like I wanted to get caught. I held my breath. The steps caught up to mine–I woke before the fall.
Maria says
My Kink
I look at him. Knife in one hand, lipstick in the other. I reapply the lipstick to my lips. He’s whimpering, tied to the kitchen chair. Lipstick on his skin. Or that’s blood. I don’t know. There’s a lot of both. I chuckle to myself. He said he wanted kink.
MJ K says
Space
The view from here is breathtaking.
The space station seems so small in this vast space.
It was once so close.
I catch a glimpse of the snapped tether as the biting inside my suit continues.
Focusing on the view, I know this is the only way to kill it.
Daniel Londono says
Darkly Poetic
I suppose it is fitting, even appropriate, that they should haunt me. I am the one, after all, who put an end to their miserable lives.
But slumber finds me not; they pester, mocking me from beyond the grave. I am at death’s door, and go towards it mildly bemused.
Davis D says
Death beside me :
I saw it chasing me, running through the halls running through the doors. It said don’t you worry you’ll be all right. I thought to myself what does it mean I was drenched in sweat when I hid, I was looking for an exit but only found death beside me.
Angel Stebbins says
“Scared”
The sound of Mad giggling leads her through the house. She opens bedroom doors and closets trying to find the manic sound.
Suddenly, there is glass shattering and screaming. She races down the hall and through the kitchen to find her family in the living room – watching a Halloween movie.
-AS
Jason Allen says
THE BIG DIG
Raymond dug a hole for months, hoping to reach China.
He finally reached an opening, poking his head above ground. But this wasn’t China at all. Flames, screaming, melting skin, goat people… This was Hell.
Everyone bowed to him. “Master!” they chanted.
He felt his horns already starting to grow.
Remona says
“Delivery”
I hear the sound of the wheels on the cart as the hayriders slowly approach the hill that dips down around my house.Just as they pass my mailbox I leap out behind them covered in a white sheet spraying pounds of cold water against their bodies. Trick or treat.
Angel Stebbins says
“Work”
The bloody knife saws into the carcuss. Blood drips everywhere – the table, the floor, sometimes even splattering the walls. All day, every day. Grinding, sawing, blood, and guts. The knives must be sharp for clean cuts. It’s messy, hard, and grizzly work but satisfying. ‘Tis the life of a butcher.
-AS
Ryan LaBo says
MEDUSA
She contacted me through the Ouija board. She said her name was Medusa.
Medusa told me there’s an invisible trapdoor under me all the time.
And under you, too. There’s one under everybody.
Inside everyone’s trapdoor, Medusa waits.
And if you think about Medusa too much, she’ll take your place.
Erin Park says
The Story Of Oliver
One day when Oliver was going to sleep,BAM! The door closed. A ghost came in and started to chase Oliver! Oliver ran as fast as he could. But Oliver got caught! The ghost took Oliver to a room. The ghost tied up Oliver! Who will save Oliver. To be continued.
Lisa DeAngelis says
THE CHANGELING
Sitting at the window, holding her swaddled newborn, she heard a child sobbing and saw through the glass a tiny tear-stained face with ancient eyes. The crying stopped suddenly and looking down into what should have been her baby’s face, she saw instead a dwarf smirking triumphantly up at her.
Lisa DeAngelis says
A BOOK TO LIVE IN
Tuesday. She allowed herself two hours at the library away from ringing phones and squealing children. A great book about Jack, The Ripper. She overstayed her time and when she looked out the window, her Volvo was gone, and in its place, obscured by mist was a horse and carriage.
Lisa DeAngelis says
RED IN TOOTH AND CLAW
Best time of day. Stepping into a hot shower. Blessed sensory deprivation. Nothing to see, hear, experience. Who could know what was happening outside the shower? Then reluctantly forcing yourself to turn off the water. Silence. Pulling back the curtain. Sudden horror. Monsters red in tooth and claw. They’re here.
Jonathan Park says
HELP ME!
HELP!!!! I’m tied on a chair and surrounded by hungry ghosts! “Don’t eat me” I yelled. Then I noticed that I could go though the ghosts. After, I finally found the exit, I was about to get out when the ground cracked into pieces. Suddenly, I fell into the DARKNESS…..
Erin Park says
The Creepy Night
No! Help,please! Bob was getting pulled by by a wolf. The wind blew on Bob’s face. Finally Bob went free. He ran as fast as he could. Then a Zombie appeared
out of nowhere! Now Bob was trapped! Bob was so tired that Bob fainted and fell in a big hole.
Emma K. says
No One
He pins me against the wall. I can feel his hot, putrid breathe against my face. A smile creeps across his. I struggle against his grip, he puts his hand at my throat.
“You want me.”
I feel him kissing me, swallowing me whole. There is no one in sight.
Jonathan Park says
Trouble at Ancient Egypt
HELP!!!!! Aliens took me to Ancient Egypt and threw me inside a pyramid. Suddenly, those aliens started chasing me! Then, I opened a tomb to hide in it but it was actually pit of snakes. “Help” I yelled. After, an alien floats towards me.”I’ll kill you” it says….
Caleb Johnson says
Revenge of the Nerds
I hear him… breathing… gasping.
I’ve waited for this moment.
Those years of torment culminating to his blood dripping from my knife.
I hear his breath quicken when I creak next to the closet.
A smile slashes across my face as steel is driven through flesh.
Kit Steward says
BE RIGHT BACK, GONNA RUB ONE OUT
“That one has slate markers!” he said pulling the car over.
The competitive pair had been gathering grave rubbings across the state.
They crept up the hillside and separated.
“I could be buried here,” she pined.
Hours passed.
When he turned up missing she worried; he’d beat her to it.
Kit Steward says
TOO MANY MOUTHS
The compost bucket was maggoty, it’d been a while, he had neglected it.
Gagging, he tossed the sludgy putrefaction onto the pile.
“Those little bastards are still here,” the hose failed to rinse the pail.
Two pale blue orbs clung to the bucket’s bottom; staring back at the wicked stepfather.
Kit Steward says
THE NITROGEN COMPOUND
John had healthy emerald grass, even late into Fall.
“How d’ya keep the lawn so green?” the neighbor asked.
“A regular fertilizer schedule and blood meal.”
“Hog bone marrow?”
“That stuff’s too weak.”
PTONK
The swing of a shovel doubled the curious man over and an industrial mulcher fired up.
Curtis Norris says
EXPIRATION DATE
Oh, Gerald, said Miles with a sniff, you’re ripe. Overripe! Gerald pleaded for more time, just one more day, another hour! But it was all in his mind and his protestations went unheard. Miles emptied the jar with Gerald’s mold-rimed brain into the bin. Screaming, Gerald expired amongst the eggshells.
Suzi says
THE CORN
The wind whistled through the corn. Midnight nears. Eight hours ago I heard the crows mocking shrieks. They’re replaced by silence. A scratching sound fills the air. Suddenly I feel the hard stab of a pitchfork. He leaves me dying. All I can see from the ground is straw feet.
Curtis Norris says
CLASSIC
Naked amidst the laughter, Rick opens the physics test he hasn’t studied for. His teeth fall onto the pages as his ex-boss shouts, “The machines are on fire!” Then the clown appears and he runs for home through quicksand. There, he sighs relief. “At last, I can get some sleep!”
Carys M says
Rag Doll
I screamed in agony as the blood was drained from my body. Two figures watched in pleasure as I writhed with misery. I glanced to my side to see twelve others who had been through the same pain. They were limp as rag dolls, and utterly dead beyond medical treatment…
Curtis Norris says
ONCE UPON A TIME
A king offered his daughter’s hand to anyone who could scare the bejeezus out of her. All the mad courtiers took a shot, but the princess only yawned. Finally, a stranger came and whispered an abominable truth in her ear. She wailed, and the honest king chopped off her hand.
ToJo says
Rule 614
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He presented the Ouija board to the courtroom.
Was it the murder weapon or evidence? It was neither.
He was calling his witness.
“Surely this is a joke!” The prosecutor began to object when his eyes climbed to the back of his head and a child’s voice overtook his own.
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ToJo here. I have an account but can’t seem to access it right now for whatever reason. When I request to reset my password the resetting link doesn’t appear anywhere in the email. I’ve attempted to contact the given email address for the owner/moderators of the site but my emails just keep getting returned. Leaving this here in case a moderator or whatnot comes across it. Some of my stories are also seemingly not being submitted so I apologize if I’ve accidentally submitted the same story twice.
Curtis Norris says
PIÑATA
Uncle Touchy threw a party for all the children. But Uncle Touchy was bad. Very bad. And he did bad things. So, with a little encouragement, the shiny candies went down his throat, one by one. Then he was hoisted aloft by his ankles and the children grabbed their bats.
Kate Therkelsen says
The Graveyard Shift
The room was empty, the bed made.
“He was here, nurse,” Cole stammered. “Coughing violently. His face was purple.”
“There is no-one in this room, Doctor.” June paused. “Not since a man died in here a few months ago. Respiratory distress. The nurse-on-duty fell asleep.”
Cole’s face went dead cold.
J B says
TITLE: SKITTERING
I gave up.
At first I fought it. For months, weeks or days. Time is irrelevant in a dark cage.
You get used to the pain, and eventually you’re numb to it all.
I’ll just close my eyes and wait for death…
Or for the rats to stop feeding on me.
J B says
TITLE: THE NIGHT VISITOR
I kept my eyes closed tight, pretending I was asleep.
I could sense him before I felt his touch.
I could feel his hot breath, and smell the smell of whiskey.
I didn’t scream. He hates it when I scream.
Every night is like this when daddy comes to visit.