Hell Hath No Fury by Vanessa Horn
“Why here?” Chloe asked doubtfully. “Why your Granddad’s shed?
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“Why here?” Chloe asked doubtfully. “Why your Granddad’s shed?
Continue readingA phantom moon crested against the billowed clouds riding the wake of the storm’s ebbing rage. I crouched, shivering as the moon shed light but no warmth in my temporary shelter
Continue reading“It’s October 30th,” warned Connor McCann. “Don’t go out alone tonight.”
Continue readingIt was the nameless hour between evening and night. Darkness was threatening to descend upon the frenzied market. Everyone walked with a purpose
Continue readingThe finishings on the vertical planes of the hotel’s interior. An inexpensive or moderately priced paint has been used here in the corridor, a light beige. Its smooth appearance
Continue readingI hated the place. It smelled of urine and old people but, when I heard he was there, I knew it was probably my last chance to face the bastard before his mind was totally gone. He was in his room with his family.
Continue readingI walked through the tall oak doors, entering the dark library. I stopped at the front desk, and knocked on the surface, vainly hoping that someone would be there
Continue readingLike the end of an autumn harvest when the ripened crops have been gathered and the gleanings are scattered along the corners of the fields for the poor, the shrouded dead lay cold before the creeping shade of the old cemetery gate. Its crumbling stone walls await the new arrivals as the tolling of the bells and the low agonizing wails of hungry dogs forewarn the survivors.
Continue reading“Gimme all your Halloween candy, twerp,” the teenager growled as he stepped out of the shrubbery by the cemetery, blocking the path of a boy dressed in a ghost costume.
Continue readingA skeleton and Chucky the killer doll paused on their trek, pillow cases weighed down with candy, sweat dripping down their bodies despite the brittle chill hovering in the air. They were on their last house.
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