Category: Horror

She tipped her head to the side. It felt lighter than usual. She dropped the needle and walked into the bathroom.

“Oh, hello pretty kitty,” she said to her reflection.

She put her lipstick on. A touch of mascara. A quick brush of her hair. She turned to leave the apartment

“Oh yes, silly me,” she muttered to herself, scooping her brains off the floor and pushing them into the hole in her head.

“Can’t forget them!”

The Little Fears little horror stories are collected in Capricorn. The Little Fears second book.

“Shut the fuck up!” yelled Cherry.

The dog kept barking.

Cherry grabbed a bone and threw it out the back door. “God dammit, shut the fuck up!”

The dog fell silent.

Cherry sat down to watch the rest of Countdown.

All she saw was darkness.

“It’s a long feckin’ tunnel,” said Gemma.

“That’s why we have torches,” replied James.

“My dad used to tell me stories about this tunnel.”

“Such as?”

“He used to say people and pets would walk in one end and never come out of the other.”

“What a load of crap,” laughed James. “We’re nearly half way.”

“Yeah,” agreed Gemma.

The pair walked in silence for eight minutes and thirty-two seconds.

“It’s a long feckin’ tunnel,” said Gemma.

(An oldie one of the first horror Little Fears. Enjoy this tale? It was featured in Capricorn, the Little Fears second book.)

Jane watched the three deer eating the hunter’s corpses by the road side. She grinned to herself. If only her friends at the Animal Freedom Justice Association could see this.

She laughed as a stag pulled long, knotted intestines from a hunter’s stomach. It was almost the perfect end to a perfect day of animal rescue.

Now, if only she could do something about the magpies pulling her eyes out and the rabbit chewing a hole in her wind pipe.

 

Mac’s body lay on the floor. A slow rasping exhale, the final breath. Danni stood, tears rolling down her cheeks. She wasn’t sure if it was from the gun smoke, or her emotions getting the better of her.

It was OK now, though. Everything would be fine. She watched Mac’s blood forming patterns around the bumps and grooves in the floor.

The lights flickered and the moon slid behind a cloud, as the dead started pulling the door off its hinges.

“What the fuck, James,” said Shelly. “I told you this isn’t funny!”

“What’s that?” called James.

Shelly ripped the Post-It note off the mirror.

“Mine,” she read out loud. “What the fuck does that even mean, James?”

“Yeah just coming,” called James, from the other side of the mirror.

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New video style! Age restriction because of naughty words. Colour themed to the books they come from. New microphone too! More on this in next weeks blog post.

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She fed the fibres into the flyer. She watched it weave its way onto the bobbin. She drove her foot into the pedal, harder, faster. The spinning wheel provided a cool breeze across her legs. This yarn was going to be so special. So golden. She didn’t stop spinning until she tore her scalp clean off her skull.

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He woke up with a start. He looked down at the bed sheets. This isn’t where he went to sleep.

He woke up with a start. He ran his hand through the sand beneath him. This isn’t…

He woke up with a start. He saw a set of oncoming headlights.

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The first time his shadow waved to him, he thought it was a trick of the light. When his shadow took a kettle off the stove, he thought he was dreaming. When his shadow cut his wife’s head off, he was proud. When his shadow stabbed the policeman, he was nervous. His shadow now has religious texts and 14 pounds of explosives. He is not sure how he feels about that.

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He leaned back against the wall. She had him cornered. He drew his knife and drove it into her stomach. She grinned. He twisted the blade and dragged it upwards. She laughed. Transfixed, he watched her hair turn into roots and her face blossom into a flower. He didn’t notice the creeping ivy piercing his skin until it was ready to pull his kidneys out.

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