Category: Horror

She ran onto the escalator, looking down behind her. It stopped at the bottom of the stairs, watching her.

Its short body, awkward arms and legs. It watched her as she rode upwards, to the street, to freedom. It sniffed the air, closing its clear white eyes. She was convinced they could smell her blood. They’d roared into a frenzy when she’d cut her leg running up the tracks.

Nearly there. She looked ahead again and ran up the last few metal steps.

“Sorry,” said the ticket attendant at the top. “They need feeding.”

Another one of the original six horror stories I wrote. It found its way into my second book, the horror anthology, Capricorn.

The image for this story was lost during that god damned, infernal pissing WordPress 5.0 update disaster.

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“Kill her,” flashed the terminal.

Kathy looked behind. There was a woman using a terminal on the other side of the room. Quite tall, but delicate looking. Slender arms and legs. Her thin dress seemed to hang off her bones. Easy mark.

Kathy turned back to the terminal. “Kill her.”

A shadow loomed up behind her, a slender arm bought a hammer down upon the back of Kathy’s head.

“As you ask,” said the slender woman to her terminal.

One of the first 6 horror stories I wrote for the Fears. Also published in our horror anthology, Capricorn. It would make a fab Christmas present for someone who likes horror stories. Plays jingle bell music in November. Too soon?

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The image for this story was lost during that god damned, infernal pissing WordPress 5.0 update disaster. 

Crouched between two skips, she heard people talking in the street outside the alleyway. She was so close to the lights of the main road.

Footsteps getting closer, she knew she’d no time left. Her mind made up, she burst out from between the bins and sprinted as fast as she could towards the street.

It was faster.

 

Malcolm wondered how these cases came about. He knew this was going to stick with him.

The young boy drifted in and out of sleep.

Malcolm’s hand brushed over the model aeroplanes hanging from the roof.

The boy stirred.

Malcolm pulled his hammer out of his belt.

The boy smiled up at Malcolm. Malcolm smiled back

Maybe it was better if the boy didn’t live. At least he wouldn’t have to witness the horrors to come.

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The doorknob clicked.

He held his breath, clenching his fingers around his son’s mouth.

Don’t make a sound.

Clickety click.

Those strange footsteps. They sounded distant. From their place under the bed, he couldn’t see any feet or legs.

Clickety click.

That was close. Where was she?

A clawed hand ripped down through the bed from above. He screamed. His son was already dead.

A Little Friday horror for you. I think I’m finally getting better at delivering the horror stories over audio. Finally… 🙂

“What ya doin’, Bob?” asked the voice.

“Piss off,” replied Bob.

“Say my name, Bob,” said the voice.

“Never,” said Bob.

Angela kicked him under the table. “Who the heck are you talking too?”

“Sean,” said Bob. His eyes glazed over. “Shi…”

His head dropped into his soup. Bob was dead.

Angela screamed.

“Hey Angela,” said the voice. “What’s ma’ name?”

Ahh, this was one of my first horror stories. Before the ideas of creating books for my stories had ever formed in my head. Those with good memories may have seen a  tale long ago featuring Sean’s untimely demise.

Utterly shameless plug, Say My Name found its way into my horror anthology, Capricorn.

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Yuffie danced along the line of graves, cup in hand. A makeshift watering can, six holes punched in the bottom.

‘The Tap Dancer’s Dilemma’ played from her Walkman.

Another line of graves. Spreading her life-giving mix.

A twirl, a pirouette, a smile on her face. Rising through the dirt. Dead assembled.

Gem was going to like her new garden.

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He woke. Headache pounding. Eyes sore. He threw up on the dusty rug. Dust was thrown up in the air. This room was old. For this amount of dirt, and by the decor, nobody had been in here for hundreds of years. It was dark, the only light coming from a chandelier above him. Candlelight only. Three candles.

A bookcase in one corner, a sideboard in another, the third corner was empty, the fourth had a chair with himself sitting in. The room got darker. Two candles left. Flickering.

He stood up. There were no footprints on the floor. How did he get here? Darker still. One candle. Flicker.

Get out. Head to the closest door. Where’s the door? Panic. Flicker. Darkness.

Trapped there by the nefarious Lucy no doubt, who’s available as an art print on my Threadless store… (Tenuous link, sorry! 🙂 )

 

“Sammy, baby.”

That’s what he always said before he came into her darkroom. She thought he knew better. Until she forgot to the lock the door before going to work.

She found him in the garage, car still running. She drove him to the loch, pushing the car off the bridge, a long walk home.

She slept well that night. Until her phone rang.

“Sammy, baby.”

You can find my collected horror stories in my second book, Capricorn. “Where can you buy Capricorn?” I hear you ask! Click on the links below to be taken to my Amazon pages.

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