$500 Halloween 50 Horror Word Story Contest 2019

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1. WHY WE NEVER RETURN

   Nothing’s worse than going back.
   Actually, going back means things get worse. You know what you escaped. Skin of your teeth? No. Try your back. It stripped a piece as you ran.
   You’re healed, but you still feel it. You feel because you’re here now. You remember.
   Then, it appears.

   1. Coercion

      When Atif’s little sister fell into the pool, his first reaction was to lunge after her. But as he made the instinctive first step to stop his sister’s assuredly fatal plunge, he noticed something was off about the scene; her reflection in the pool showed her standing behind him

2. FINAL HORROR

   We’ve had fun, haven’t we? You screamed. I screamed. We laughed and cried. Oh, how we cried! But all wicked things must come to an end. So, I’ve planned something special for you. A going away present of sorts. No, don’t peek! It doesn’t like you to look at it.

3. The Beaten Path

   The smell of fall filled the air. The ball tumbled down the hill as the boys chased. Then they found the beaten path. They explored. Within minutes chuckles, screams, hoots, and hollers encapsulated them. Poof the boys were gone never to be seen, the beaten path sleeps until next Halloween.

4. ALL HALLOWS EVE

   She struggled to read over her daughter’s shoulder.
   “You realize…,” I said, trying to comfort her.
   Her voice strangled, half snarl, half whimper. “Of course I know I’m dead.”
   “Then why are you still reading the obituaries?”
   The same conversation we’d been having, over and over, for 27 years.

5. Death’s Web

   His hands shook, into the abyss of a dark, damp sewer. The faulty flashlight sputters, revealing a massive pile of human remains. A bloodthirsty laugh in the distance. His breathing grows more frantic. One long, spindly leg feels its way down from the ceiling. Wait. Not one. There are eight.

6. Retirement

   A small package delivered, with a note and vile inside.

   Congratulations!

   ‘You have passed on your DNA, raised children,

   worked hard, and contributed to society.

   Thank you for your decision to give future generations the ultimate gift.

   Join millions today, selflessly healing our Mother Earth.’

   Label on vile:
   DRINK ME.

7. TEMPTATION

   What kind of sicko puts quicksand on his porch? He’s grinning by the door in a cheap red devil suit, a glittering mound of candy at his feet. My brother yanks his hand out of mine, stumbles, and disappears. The music gets louder … are those distorted guitars or screams?

8. Run
   All I heard were bullets. Shot after shot, round after round. I crawled under the bed, quiet as a mouse, but urged to let my screams out. The petrifying sounds started faraway but gradually amplified. The screech of my door echoed throughout the house, and I heard one word. “Run.”

9. Adoration

   Alison’s boyfriend was sweet and kind; he left her flowers at work; surprised her with gifts; and gave her gentle kisses while she slept. She was the luckiest girl alive, if only she knew he even existed. Too bad she didn’t accept his love confession or else she might’ve survived.

10. CANDY … PLEASE?

    They dare me but I’m no scaredy-cat. I ring the bell, hold out my bag. She says trick-or-treat before I can open my mouth. Snip. And then I can’t stop screaming. My robot legs don’t slow me down none. I’d been her fourth caller – she still had six fingers left.

11. Silent Scream

    Darien lay in the hospital bed as the doctor said, “He’s in a vegetative state. He can’t even hear you.” But Darien could hear them! He heard everything ever since the accident five years go. As his mom nodded and the doctor shut down the life support, Darien silently screamed.

12. Stupid Dog!

    Incessant barking, “I’m coming, shut-up!”
    Opening the door there’s just porch light with darkness beyond.
    “Stupid dog, there’s nothing there!”
    My dog growls behind me.
    “Stupid dog, there’s nothing…”
    The darkness rushes in, white-hot pain devours me.
    From the ground, I see my dog running out the door.
    “…smart… dog…”

13. Never Again

    “Never again with the spicy food.” I think as my bowels explosively void themselves, trapping me inside my tiny downstairs bathroom. I hear a strange noise that shouldn’t be there outside the bathroom door. “What the hell?” It’s true, your life really does flash before your eyes while you’re dying.

14. LITTLE DICKENS

    They aren’t supposed to come back! Not after what I do to them. Finish and forget; that’s how it should be. But here they are on my doorstep, the bloody waifs, as torn and twisted as I last knew them! In unison, they beg, “Please, sir, we’d like some more.”

15. Run ~ 3

    I wake up clawing at my chest, trying to find my breath. It’s cold, dark and the rain is a consistent downpour.

    I try to remember. Nothing. The questions pour in as I realize I don’t even know my own name.

    There is only one repeating thought.

    RUN… RUN NOW!

16. Run ~ 2

    As easy as hot knives cutting through butter, my fingers pierce your chest and grip your heart through its cage.

    “You thought you were free?” Lifting you off your feet, I squeeze until it’s on the verge of bursting.

    “I’m not done with you yet.” I snarl, “Let’s play again.”

17. Run ~ 1

    My lungs burn, each breath is like fire. I plead with my aching legs to press on.

    ‘I have to keep moving.’

    The rustling behind me confirms; it’s close. Rotten stench fills the air.

    It’s hot breath now slithering across my neck.

    Turning, I face it…

    “Oh god, no… Plea-”

18. some nice images, but i don’t see how they fit together
    visitor is too vague
    something is also vague, but i like the stung part
    confused about the teeth and palm

19. Friends Forever

    Michael loved his friends and swore—quite solemnly—that he would always stick with them. His sense of companionship was unwavering, even when diagnosed with cancer. One day he threw a party and invited all his friends. Although they could tolerate his passionate camaraderie, they couldn’t tolerate the poison-spiked drinks.

20. Title: My Roommate

    My roommates are out for a party tonight. I am grateful that I can read my notes peacefully. Suddenly, my books are on the floor. I could hear the ticking of the clock like it is inside my head. Someone is knocking from inside the closet. I am not alone.

21. The Sickness

    The Sickness comes to us all, eventually. When it comes, some endure it, others disparage it, a few even have the courage to fight it. But in the end, it always wins. Yes, Life steals everyone away from blissful, pre-birth oblivion, and casts them into the torture of existence

    1. Cool twisting

22. Up, Up and Away!

    The Old Man held a bunch of balloons so massive they blocked out the sky. The balloon strings all joined together and wrapped around the hempen noose that hung loosely around my neck.

    I tried to scream through the gag.

    The Old Man let go.

23. Title: The Empty Wake

    As I entered the big room, the funeral lights were so dim. I could smell the unique scent of the flowers, but nobody was there. I came close to the coffin and it was empty. Somebody spoke with a deep voice, “Thank you for visiting me. Everyone else just left.”

24. Paying Debts

    Daddy said farewell to his old Pontiac as his Bookie forced me into the trunk.

    “Daddy, help me!” I screamed.

    Daddy slammed it shut. Rust rained down on me like withered scabs.

    “Are we even?” Daddy asked icily.

    “I’ll know after the sale,” a voice rasped.

    Then the car started.

25. Sleep Alone

    I awoke from that nightmare, sobbing.
    Tried to calm my racing heartbeat and still my trembling, settle back into sleep.
    Sleep didn’t come but a figure who stroked my hair and whispered in my ear,
    “Shh, it’s okay, I’m here.”
    Which would have been comforting, if I didn’t live alone.

26. SCREAM!

    Bump. Ba-bump.

    Panting, panting.

    Air like sour breath, curling in through my mouth and down my lungs, settling like a wet blanket in my chest.

    Cold, so cold.

    Fingers shaking, body trembling like a leaf, quaking against cold, clammy hands, barely touching, passing with a breath.

    Try – but can’t –

    SCREAM!

27. Non-liquid Courage

    I often watched my father drink himself to unconsciousness. He was plagued by what was probably guilt and found ephemeral relief in alcohol. When he finally drank far too much, I was mortified. So were police at the sight of my chewed-off hand still chained to the bed

28. Forest

    As he infiltrated the tenebrous threshold of branches, encroaching upon the nebulous figure, the mortal fingers of his mind had grasped a single concept. The eradication of the adversary to humankind. Yet when he raised his blade, sharpened by vices and virtues, the eyes he stared into were his own.

29. HELL

    For the sins of another, I was sent to suffer in the desert for a summer.

    There the wind panted like animals. All rage and rabies. Ready to attack.

    A rattlesnake left its skin in my mouth while I slept.

    I kept two knives by the bed. Satan just laughed.

30. First Contact

    It’s a scary thing to hear voices in your head. The anxiety, the paranoia, the madness that could arise if they spoke too loudly, or demanded that you do terrible things. I think there’s something worse, though. That is, hearing voices which sound inarguably alien, yet just as sinister.

31. The Stage

    I find myself standing in the middle of a rundown stage. My body twitches; the strings stitched into my limbs are tested.

    Fishing lines pulls on my eyelids, making my eyes go wide.

    The audience is full of faceless people, all except the one who speaks.

    “Let the show begin.”

32. Click

    *click* the car doors lock.
    A chill crawls up my spine as I feel the warmth of his breath. His satanic smile pierces my soul as I look through the rear view mirror. He whispers in my ear “hello beautiful”. Darkness intrudes as his fists grasp my neck.
    “Goodnight friend”.

33. Long Distance Call

    I got a strange call from my mom last night; she didn’t seem to know that she died last year. We talked for hours. I wasn’t scared until she said, “I’ll see you real soon, sweetie” and hung up.

34. The Woman Above Me

    She hangs on my wall, watching me closely. I hate this painting and I swear she removed a glove.

    Asleep on the couch, cold thin fingers slip around my throat and she is standing above me. Her mouth is opening slowly revealing at least three rows of razor sharp teeth.

35. The Painting

    It hung in a wooden frame on the living room wall. She stands in an abandoned room, windows broken and barren land beyond those. Her hand held out, like she’s expecting something. Those eyes hold secrets that could break you. The key around her waist only seems to confirm it.

36. Who Is She?

    Nun? Nurse? Handmaiden?

    She looks innocent enough, but the signs are painted so delicately within the painting. A hand out to help, yet her fingers look as pale as ivory. The broken windows along with the missing picture, the key around her waist. The halo that outlines her.

    Good?

    Evil?

37. Don’t Open The Door

    The scratching sound was never ending and there was a soft moaning today. That was new and it had attracted her.

    ‘Never open the door. You will be sorry.’ Is what her parents had said.

    Small trembling fingers turned the knob and she only had a second to regret it.

38. Fiery Introspection

    Everyone has their urges. As long as they don’t infringe upon someone’s freedom or wellbeing, they’re harmless. But sometimes, an urge can be outwardly maintained, yet internally destructive. Michael thought his pyromania was under control until he realized his hands, against his will, had poured the gasoline on himself.

39. Fog

    The moon is full, draped in grey clouds as they pass by. A dull roar accompanies the fog as it sweeps along the river. Dead leaves break away from their homes and fall to the ground, anticipating what’s coming. Lanky shadow figures come forth, and bring with it, the unknown.

40. Iam a Monster
    The smooth and silky hands slowly tickled my cheeks when I was blindfolded. My boyfriend removed my blindfold. When I turned back, a scary, black animal- faced cruel monster kissed me and clawed my face. I shouted, “No”. The monster replied, “Look at the mirror, you are uglier than me”.

41. Unyielding Faith

    Mackenzie was nosy, though it was in the best interest of the church camp. Upon discovering a woman chained in the chapel’s basement and going to a pastor for help, the last thing she heard was, “Thou shalt not bear false witness.” before pious hands clasped around her throat.

    1. Out of the dozens of stories I’ve read in this thread, this one has to be one of my favorites, if not my favorite.

       I wouldn’t be surprised if you won.

42. Odd

    She was an oddity. She had moved to their little town a year ago and had been the topic of every conversation since then.
    “Beautiful, but so strange.”
    “Never speaks.”
    “Never smiles.”
    So they burned her on a stake.
    “Had to be a witch,” they said.
    Oddity is never welcome.

    1. Good commentary on otherness

43. BFF

    “OMG, it touched you!”
    Belinda backs away as something slimy pokes my neck.
    I whirl around, but in the dark I see nothing. Belinda’s gone when I turn back.
    “Bel? Where are you?”
    At my feet the jack-o-lantern candle flickers.
    “This isn’t funny.”
    A cold breath brushes my cheek.
    “Bel?”

44. Ancient of Nights

    Il Vecchio keeps coming though I’ve lopped off his head. His hands flail, scattering gore from severed arteries. I’d scream, but the Old One has no ears. My back to the cliff, I hurl the jack-o-lantern. Il Vecchio catches it, plants it on his bloody neck.

    His sharp eyes glitter.

45. Have You Heard?

    Living in an apartment, I’ve come to tolerate the sounds of domestic violence. I don’t like it, but since the police do nothing, I just pretend I don’t hear anything. But what’s hard to ignore is when among the shouting you hear, “No, YOU go handle the little eavesdropper!”

46. There is no Mercy

    Daddy came for Mummy at midnight,
    He smelled bad, like rotten meat and Mummy screamed as
    he dragged her out of our house and threw her to his zombie friends. I watched from under the bed, with my little sister. I must be brave. “Please God he doesnt find us .”

47. The Last Step

    The power’s gone out again. You stomp downstairs, old carpet rough against your toes in the dark. Halfway down, that carpet jerks loose. You slip, slide—fingers on walls, heels on wood—clunking, thunking, scrambling upright until you miss the last step and fall through the floor into infinite darkness.

48. Silenced Slander

    They feared her words like they do the prose of a bold pamphlet. Her power in her mouth, not her arms, she can only scream as they seize her wrists and pull until she tears down the middle with a ripping roar—like a dry newspaper torn in half.

49. A Game of Chance

    Andrei crouched before his two skeletal sons, one scrap of food in his starving hand. Here an impossible choice, with only him to make it. Heads, Sasha might live; tails, Dima wouldn’t starve today. Andrei flipped the coin, looking away until it landed. Either way, the game was already lost.

50. The Ring

    He bought me the ring to memorialize our time in the desert; an ambered scorpion signature of the way our love saturated every aridity. This morning I wake up to my own burning skin, alone. The last thing I see before the darkness is the empty jewel on my finger.

51. Thomas Doherty

    Thomas Doherty has a girl in his shed. Nobody believes me, but it’s true; Thomas Doherty has a girl in his shed. Sometimes when I walk past his shed I’ll see her looking at me through the wooden slats. She never speaks, though. I think he cut out her tongue.

52. Luck

    The host extended his hands which held several chits.
    “Pick one.”
    Shaking, Mark gingerly chose one.
    “What does it say?” the host asked.
    “Life level 3.”
    The host cringed. “Oh no! Tough luck son. Maybe, next life you’ll get a better one. But now, it’s time to be reborn.”

53. Hush

    “Hush my little baby or mommy will make you cry.”

    I grew up with these words ringing in my ears. I lived in fear of dying.

    “Hush my little baby or mommy will make you cry,
    I already shot your daddy, it’s your turn – say goodbye.”

    I died in fear.

54. The Treasure

    “I found it!” He jumped from excitement.
    He turned the flash light on, a paper fell on his head.
    “Congratulations, you have found the treasure. You will be a part forever.”
    He didn’t understand.
    The owner of the treasure was standing right behind him as the light illuminated cracked skulls.

    1. SOMETIMES, THE JOB CHOOSES YOU

       He’d come to this farm before..
       Feeling a kinship, with this animal
       This majestic horse, standing before him now
       ..gigantic, it’s eyes bursting into hellfire, didn’t startle him
       Anymore than his own appendages, suddenly aflame
       ..becoming the Fourth Horseman, was, somehow.. the most natural thing in the world to him.

55. Smile

    No matter how many times I tried to make him sleep, he wouldn’t. I love my baby. But he never stopped crying. So I had to stop him. Now, I can put a smile on him without any noise. He doesn’t cry now. I make him smile however I want.

    1. BABY DON’T WORRY

       All around him, throughout the streets, bodies lay prone, lifeless.. He was unable to rouse them, bodies without injury, yet still limp as dolls..
       He searched …until he found his own body, bullet ridden.. He dove back into his lifeless shell..while the city rose and moved around him instead..

56. The Plan

    He conducted a contest online. Writers had ideas but he had the will. No matter who won, he would win anyway. The contest asked for the best horror stories. Who knew they could be made true. The plan was to get new ideas. His ways of killing were getting old.

57. Ring

    The ring fell again. I don’t know who would pick it up this time. I need to find it. The last time, I found it in a different spot than I lost it. I’m so tired of losing it. As it is my only passageway to hell and frying people.

58. Death’s Embrace

    He’s coming.
    A figure cloaked in darkness, whispered words hidden upon icy whips of wind. Suffocating darkness, racing heart.
    He’s coming.
    Lost eyes dart into pools of shadow, searching but never seeing.
    Talons encase a heartbeat, piercing flesh, tearing soul from bone. Agonizing screams welcome into eternal embrace.
    He’s here.

59. The Bathtub

    I have made it with my own hands. I bathe in it every day for hours. Quietly. Listening. I’m told skin absorbs moisture. I need to have in my skin what I have in my heart and mind. So I made it out of bones to absorb all the screams.

60. I See You

    She was alone at home when she heard a voice “I See You.”
    She was sent to hospital where she heard the voice again “I See You.”
    She was on ventilator when she saw – someone only she could see, blocking the pipe.
    “I Will See You” He said smiling coldly.

61. Fangs

    I was always considered different. I was home schooled.
    They said I once ate a rat. But why would I do that?
    Why wouldn’t I eat the sweeper that I killed in the basement or the teacher who told me I had to leave?
    Oh, wait…I did eat them.

    1. ROBOCOP GETS THE CHAIR

       “you threw away your own heart?”..she asked incredulously
       “It made being alone… easier”
       ‘So crush your children?’
       …” burn all you own?”

       ” It made stepping into oblivion… easier”
       ” Pull the switch
       “Finish it ”
       “I’d lost all hope… long ago”
       The switch pulled
       The maladjusted cyborg fried
       He died hard.. …slowly.

       1. SOMETIMES, THE JOB CHOOSES YOU

          He’d come to this farm before..
          Feeling a kinship, with this animal
          This majestic horse, standing before him now
          ..gigantic, it’s eyes bursting into hellfire, didn’t startle him
          Anymore than his own appendages, suddenly aflame
          ..becoming the Fourth Horseman, was, somehow.. the most natural thing in the world to him.

62. Demon Hunter

    Her heart thrashed as she surveyed the body—large, with gangrenous, reptilian skin. What must have once been its head was blown clean off. The blood turned to vapor in the fog. Her father’s words rose behind her. “You must give shape to your demons before you can destroy them.”

63. One Bullet Left!

    “But he’s my son.”
    “Not anymore,” I said, handing him the shotgun. “Not anymore.”

    The end?

64. At Yacht Club We Go Fishing

    Van thought choosing to attend Howton Preparatory Academy on a scholarship meant he’d be friendless, until Martin Montgomery invited him to Yacht Club. “Why me?” Van asked once on the yacht. “Oh, we needed fresh bait,” Martin said, and the other boys laughed while they held shotguns and fishing rods.

    1. HOT SEAT

       The chair was burning, and he knew it
       The chair was blazing, and he knew he deserved it
       (hot potato, hot potato, keep it moving)
       They labeled it as spontaneous combustion back in the days before rationale science took ground..
       But now?
       He’d have to rely on telemeterods.

65. Ten Minutes Later

    The hallway held no evidence that anyone had ever passed there. His shoe heels clicked loudly on the tiled floor. As he stepped into the morgue, the door shut itself firmly behind him. Someone sat on the bed where twenty of them had surrounded, the notepad in his pale hands.

66. Not Alone

    The clock strikes three. I hang on to every chime until I’m once again alone. Every breath focused on the hall. The floorboards cry out with the desperate anticipation of his footsteps. Every wooden plank, silent. Silence, as a familiar tear rolls down my cheek. He is coming for me…

67. THRUST
    First thrust is of a knife, shredding my intestines.
    Second thrust is of my body, falling.
    Third thrust is of the monster, his violation my last living memory.
    Fourth thrust is mine in anger, seizing life and not letting go.
    Fifth thrust is of the devil. Let me help you.

    1. RAGGEDY ANN AND ANDY V. RELATIONS
       “you only want him because he was mine first!”
       ”he’s not a possession’’
       ’’oh, isn’t he?’
       ”he says he’s mine now, so what else is he?”
       “hows about dead, very shortly? “
       Knives drawn
       “He can’t be, if you are instead!”
       They proceed to stab the stuffing out of each other

68. Georgio

    Georgio never stopped bleeding. The knife went through his twelve year old heart two years ago. He cried out and then he didn’t. He was dying and then he wasn’t. They worship him now, bathing in the constant jet of his blood. Tasting flesh. He no longer looks like Georgio.

69. A Tale Of White

    The branch of a pine cut back and forth across her face. Her left cheek was clean, untouched. A sadness filled sullen pupils, which no longer belonged in the world. Every glance reached out towards limbs of Ash and Oak. None would help. The forest was oblivious to her struggle…

    1. RAGGEDY ANN AND ANDY RECONCILE

       In the case of twins, one is always running into being more alike, while the other is running away “I’m sorry, I just don’t know who I’d be without you”
       “Idky I pull away so hard,I just get scared”
       “ Let’s patch this up,OK?”
       They smile, then hug fervorously

70. Tabitha’s Baby Girl

    Tabitha always wanted a baby girl, but she herself could never have one. So she snuck into a nursery and stole a perfect porcelain infant. The baby screeched all night. Tabitha grew angry. She took the screaming child and hit it three times with a hammer. The silence was bliss.

71. A GHOST ON CANVAS

    I always spend my leave with my grandpa, in his magnificent country house. Now, I am sketching the old man who is relaxing on a cane chair, few feet from me. My phone beeps with a message from my father. ‘Been tryna reach you. My Pa died three nights ago.’

72. Martian Moons

    Every year on Halloween, neon green and ancient beings celebrate. Taking time out of their alien day, they worship Mini Martian Moons. Phobos and Deimos stand still. There stares two unblinking eyes. A million thoughts pass inside a second, forgotten as soon as remembered. Some staring contest for us lunatics.

73. The window

    A man stares at me, eyes unwavering, the train is unnervingly empty.

    Once home I shake off the uneasiness.

    My heart stops. The man stands there looming in my hallway, and in a nerve rattling drawl he whispers “ good you left the window open, it was an especially scorching day”

74. 3:15am

    If you looked in the mirror at 3:15am and said bloodless Maria, you would be killed by a ghost. Jane didn’t believe in superstitions so she was up to prove everyone wrong.
    3:20am: nothing happened.
    4:00am: still nothing.
    So Jane went to bed.

    HEADLINES.
    NOVEMBER, 2019.
    SUICIDE: TEENAGER HANGS HERSELF.

75. Wheel of Fortune

    Multicolored lights went off alongside an eerie tune when the ball hit its mark.
    “Congratulations sir!” the carnival worker said. “Name your prize!”
    “My prize…” the stranger contemplated. “I choose…you.”
    It started with his hands, flesh turned into cotton.
    His body shrank and his eyes became small black spots.

76. Stranger in the hall

    There was no stranger in the hall; that’s what everyone thought.
    There came a writing on the wall,
    “Madam koi koi is here.”
    No one but Selena saw it.
    How was she to tell everyone that there was someone they weren’t seeing?
    Someone ready to slay everyone.

    1. WE ALL JUST WANT TO BE BIG ROCK STARS
       They file backstage like lemmings
       Expecting some astronomical enlightenment
       Some shoebox epiphanies
       ..i disappoint
       My songs are personal in nature
       No accounting for their popularity
       My secret is
       I sold my soul for riches
       And i have a golden tip quill
       Outstretched
       For you to do the same.

    2. NOBODY DESERVES IT

       He’d suffered before, but as the sadist scraped the bones in his knee with the thin syringe , he cried like a little bitch, despite himself… cringing, crying ‘whhhhhyy? ’ into the faceless mask of his assailant…
       His face froze, and blood ran cold, at the sibilant ‘hissssssSSs’ ..the only answer given…

       1. CONFLICT RESOLUTION THERAPY

          Her methods were unorthodox, to say the least.. The couple had come up short through ‘normal’ marriage counseling.. She sat them both down, explained softly, then handed each of them knives..
          The husband dies, almost immediately..
          She lights a cigarette
          And thought: “GAwd ..I love this job”

77. KAOKEN TIMES TEN

    He could kill

    ….just by looking at people

    Trouble was

    It wouldn’t turn off

    Friends, lovers burst, unintentionally.. under a glance

    what to do ?

    Tear out his eyes ?

    ..the only way

    But

    He couldn’t

    His sickness enjoyed turning people into human hot pockets..

    He decided; fukkit.. Let’s go see somethings

78. LIFE LINE

    Street was wagging with people—potions, crystals, and fortune-tellers too.

    “Let me read your future,” one said as she snatched my hand and her eyes gasped in disbelief.

    “Oh, dear, you’re not a human, aren’t you?”

    Well, I didn’t know human has to have lines on their palm, though.

79. HUMAN INSTINCT

    Humans are more vicious than ghosts.

    They kill for fun, for pleasure, to escape.

    “Please let me live.”

    “Spare our lives.”

    “I want my life.”

    They keep begging at me but all of them must go. Because we’re more vicious than ghosts.

    We kill for fun.

    For pleasure.

    To escape.

    1. STAYING FOREVER YOUNG

       Was he jealous of their youth?.. Of course he was.. ‘wasted on the young’ after all.. Once his elixir was finished, all of that would change.. He drank it .. laughing monomaniacally.. Young forever!.. he thought..
       ..Imagine his surprise when the exact opposite occurred, and he became a pile of dust instead

80. BANGING SILENCE

    She untangled her earphones, put the both end in her ears. Dangling—clinging like a precarious necklace without fears. And when this necklace did its job, her screams were nothing but absurd.

    And there was silence.

    Her earphones hanged from her head, and her head hanged from the rope.

81. NOT GUILTY

    “Your brother is a murderer—unstable! He killed his professors, they were just doing their job!”

    “No, they killed him months ago when they trashed his future out over some grades. You don’t understand, Mom.”

    You don’t understand I love my brother so much I would kill for him.

82. PARAPHYLIC

    Holes in our body were created for pleasure.

    And I need to put my fingers into more holes; to feel the sensation of a churning meat and a dripping wetness.

    Holes.

    I need more holes.

    I need—

    “Cause of death?”

    “Blood loss. She keep digging holes in her body.”

    1. WOOOOW! Gross yet cool!

    2. Yeah.. Good descriptiveness.. How pleasure seeking leads us to self harm.. I’m guessing

83. Chickens.

    The chicken-barn is stygian. Arthur stumbles, falling into a soft, seething mass of feathers. Hens swarm over him, squawking, jabbing. Glints of curved beaks, beady eyes, reptilian feet with monstrous, bladed talons, which skewer flesh, ripping and slashing. Fresh-plucked eyeballs roll through straw and guano, bloody, dripping ichor. Arthur screams.

84. AULD LANG SYNE

    It looked cold
    Sitting there
    Naked
    And crouching
    In the basement
    Its eyes
    Blackened, hollowed out sockets
    Staring blankly ahead
    He looked back upstairs
    The party was still raging on
    It was befuddling
    When he looked back
    Down the stairs
    It was gone
    The ghost
    He was destined
    To become

    1. Spooky!

85. Heritage of Darkness

    The screams from the courtyard were carried off in the wind. They rattled the window pane of the room, which belonged to the General’s son. He laughed and played unfazed. Toy soldiers were pushed and pulled. Shadows lashed the walls with imitated carnage.
    “We must all be brave,” he ordered.

86. PLEASE, DON’T SAY HIS NAME 3 TIMES

    The Candyman was tired

    He was suffering from a resource paradox

    Big in the 80’s, he’d been worn out ever since..

    After all, there was only one him to appear, whenever some VCR wielding idiot invoked him..

    Nowadays, he just sent a swarm of angry protoplasmic bees in his stead.

87. Why You Should Brush Your Teeth Before You Go To Sleep

    It’s not only good hygiene but prevents flies laying eggs in your mouth while you asleep, which is a well-documented, common, nocturnal occurence. Andalusian singer Marina Moro woke up with a crunchy cockroach in her mouth. Greek author Louis Shapiro woke to find a humungus rat stuck head-first down his.

88. THE END…IS HERE

    The super black hole was discovered in late November of this year, after the gravity waves were found to be consuming parts of our outer Milky Way.. Our atmosphere, our planet will begin to be sucked into the singularity shortly.
    ….The black hole is coming
    …….The black hole ..is herrrree…….

89. $1 SHOW HORROR MOVIE DATE

    She wasn’t breaking..but he wasn’t dropping it either ..
    ”But why is it $7 for a small? But $7.50 for a medium? “.. Couldn’t he be happy with the Sliders they’d snuck into her purse?..

    Finally he dropped it…..
    she figured they’re good…
    until the usher said “ excuse me miss?”

    1. Heh.. Discount eating is fun

90. SOMEWHERE IN MIDDLE AMERICA

    Standing at the immigration checkpoint, Miguel was nervous, although he had no right to be. He was perfectly legal. Same scared you get when police are next to you in traffic, but you’ve done nothing wrong.. ‘Passport?’ the official asked, no sooner than Miguel realized that he’d left it home.

    1. Wow! Good stuff. What a horror, I can’t imagine.

       1. Ik that this isn’t FB, so you’ll probably never see this response @Paula Gillison.. But, I was mostly just seeking to address the current situation of quite a few of our fellow melatonin enhanced American citizens are out here facing on the daily.. Uknow

91. Paper Cuts

    She never tried very hard to hide. Crouched in the closet, she crushed abandoned Baby Betty, crumpling the dinnerware Mom had once cleverly crafted from construction paper. A sting at her ankle made her turn. But that’s only a paper knife, she thought, as the snarling doll prepared to pounce.

92. SOMETHING ABOUT THAT GOOD GOOD

    Her sex was sooo good that his toes curled every time .. “What’s your secret?” “I’ve been with many, but nobody ever like you”
    ..’remember the spaceship that fell?’.. ‘The unrecovered occupants?’.. Her body shifted, becoming something insectoid ..as darkness formed around him and the question he wished he’d never asked.

    1. OMG Gross! LOL

93. FIRST DAY JITTERS

    He knew that it was Hutchinson down the dark hallway, making noises.. Prank the new guy… He’d been a prison guard before.. ‘Ghost prisoners’.. Because of inhumane treatment in solitude…?.. Wtf ..?..
    How stupid did…?. His radio called..
    ” It’s Hutchinson”..
    He gasped, turned..too late.. the ghost shank took him out quickly.

    1. The Scare

       Halloween night, my friends and in the woods. I got lost. Hearing the whistling of the wind, leaves being crinkled and I found my friend lying on the ground. Thinking it was a joke I told him to get up Last thing I hear whispered in my ear is “unlucky”.

94. Someone To Fight For

    Able’s love for Suela should have conquered anything. The night he found her underneath Master Williamson’s body, he misunderstood her fight. Able stormed the log cabin to rescue her leaving Master’s face bloody. The next morning, he searched the cotton field for Suela. Her body, lifeless, hung like a scarecrow.

95. THANK YOU FOR BANKING WITH US

    The autobot calling wouldn’t stop.
    Rodriego was up neck deep in Student Loan debt, and was receiving no borrower forgiveness..
    *RING RING*
    he picked up, yelling before Novacore’s automated AI-tech stated.. ‘Your debt is resolved.. All proceeds have been acquired from the accounts of your various non-compliant friends and family’

    1. Heh.. Irony

96. LAST SATURDAY NIGHT

    He laid there
    …Fucked…
    And refreshed…
    he laid there… drained and wistfully staring into the sunlight… with any other person, this would be a Requiem.. But, his darkness was greater than any sunshine.. Too late, he remembered his lifelong motto..”Stare not too long at monsters, lest ye become one” –Goya

97. TRAPPED INSIDE

    “Who’s he?” Officer Webber asked as firefighters carried a fifth body from the smoldering heap that killed all four members of the Johnson family.

    “No idea. We found him inside a closet in the children’s bedroom. Along with this axe.”

    “Jesus.”

    “Yeah, some nasty wounds. Guy’s been dead for weeks.”

98. First Glance of Perdition

    The heat is unbearable, and it reeks as if there were a dead animal under my nose. It’s pitch black, so much that I can’t see right in front of me. Maniacal cackling turned me around. A corroded face and onyx eyes met mine. Suddenly, everything faded to black.

    1. Last One

       The hero ended the killer with one final blow.

       “Let’s get out of here.” He pulled her hand and led her out of the woods.

       “Wait. There’s one last thing I need to do.”

       “What is-?”

       She enjoyed pushing the blade through his heart. “Get rid of the final witness.”

99. Forewarned
    Cam always told her to never rifle through his drawers. Maddy never listened. She could hardly bear her curiosity as she spied a ring shaped box underneath some hastily folded shirts. She giggled softly and opened it find a note describing her murder.

100. The Empty Part of Our Paranoia

     He woke up in what felt damp and cold. Days seeing the shadows seemingly calming – he clutched his face to absorb his normality. The light was dim, shaking still. As he approached the mirror, time began to burn away. It was he himself in the shadows, not the voices inside.

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