Here’s a piece of horror microfiction about strange neighbors and the creepy quietude of the suburbs. It’s about 530 words and has an estimated reading time of 2 minutes. Let me know what you think!
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Here’s a piece of experimental horror flash fiction about descending into madness and being isolated from the human community. This is the third and final part is about 300 words and has an estimated reading time of a bit over 1 minute. Let me know what you think!
Continue readingHere’s a piece of experimental horror flash fiction about descending into madness and being isolated from the human community. This second part is about 475 words and has an estimated reading time of 2 minutes. Let me know what you think!
Continue readingHere’s a piece of experimental horror flash fiction about descending into madness and being isolated from the human community. This first part is about 500 words and has an estimated reading time of 2 minutes. Let me know what you think!
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The first thing I feel is the strange taste in my mouth. My mouth is dry, the taste is metallic like I have a mouthful of gold teeth. It feels like it’s bleeding. The room is completely dark; I can’t see anything. A humming noise rings in my left ear. I can’t move; I’m strapped down. But to what? I try to move my arms and legs to no avail. Even my head feels like it’s strapped down. The room smells musty and damp. I hear someone coughing, maybe in the room next to me.
“Hello?”
No one answers. I struggle to break free, but I’m strapped in tight. The ceiling must be leaking, I hear drip-drip-dripping. What the hell is going on?
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The gift comes in a pretty box with a red bow. A knock at the door, but there’s no one there when I open it. Instead, there’s a note that says, “With love, from Aunt Gloria.” Aunt Gloria has been dead for five years. It is windy and cold outside, the last gasp of a brutal winter. The slushed snow on the sidewalk is gray and black, disgusting remnants of a storm a week ago. I keep hearing whispers. I’m not sure if they’re in my head or in the house. I can’t make out the words.
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Halloween may be over, but that doesn’t mean we should stop reading and writing creepy fiction! Here’s a piece of horror flash fiction about a child screaming in the woods and a scary encounter. It’s about 630 words and has an estimated reading time of 2 and half minutes. Let me know what you think!
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“Now I know what a ghost is. Unfinished business, that’s what.” – Salman Rushdie, from The Satanic Verses
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The witches chant their spells
And we wallow in our private hells
We listen to tolling church bells
We wonder what compels us
To circle around the cauldron
And obey sinister doctrines
Witchcraft is not always evil
But it is in my little village
Our laws are quite medieval
And we have revoked privileges
Of the saints in the town square
