Bedside Manners

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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Mountain Nights

“Mate, you look wrecked,” laughed Hydra.

“Thanks,” grumbled Mountain, hugging a coffee.

“Late night?” asked Hydra.

“Very,” sighed Mountain. “I stayed up all night. I wanted to know why humans are in awe of the sun rising.”

“Oh,” said Hydra.

“Yeah,” mumbled Mountain. “Then it dawned on me.”

Hohoho! That’s a vintage punch-line right there!

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Clickety Click

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… 🙂

Cloud Crisis

“Looking pretty miffed there,” said Cloud.

“I am not sure what I am,” sighed Hydra. “Frustrated.”

“Ah,” replied Cloud. “An identity crisis. I get them a lot.”

“How come?” asked Hydra

“Imagine this,” said Cloud. “Every time a human looks at the clouds above and sees a shape in a cloud, a baby, a plane, a giraffe or the face of God, another of me appears in the land in-between.”

“How many of you are there?” asked Hydra.

“Last count,” sighed Cloud, “about three hundred billion.”

“Good grief,” exclaimed Hydra. “I bet that makes accepting party invites awkward.”

 

Catching Fog

“Looking glum there Clay,” said Yuffie.

“Am a bit,” replied Clay, dropping an empty cup on the bar.

“What’s up?” asked Reala.

“I tried to catch some fog,” sighed Clay. “I mist…”

Brace yourselves! Another argument between the illustrator, his server settings and cloud-flare is coming…

 

Say My Name

“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.

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Blood Types

“What’s it say?” asked Cloud.

“It’s about my blood test,” said Black, clutching a scrap of paper.

“Anything bad?” asked Cloud.

“Not at all,” said Black. “There is a mistake though.”

“Oh?” asked Cloud.

“Yeah,” said Black. “Says I am blood type A.”

“Typo?” asked Cloud with a grin.

Black sighed.

We have a winner for our competition to win Lucy. Amanda Quah Li En takes the terrifying prize! Congratulations Amanda! I shall message you today.

Want to meet Amanda? She’s got an Etsy store and loiters on DeviantArt and Twatter.

Amanda’s Etsy: @quahlity
Amanda’s DeviantArt: @amanda4quah
Amanda’s Twatter: @amanda4quah

For those that are curious about running a competition on your own blog, tomorrows Little Fears blog post will cover my method, issues, stats, excel selection code, laws and some other fluff. Check back tomorrow after 6 pm UK time.

 

Another Clock Diet

“Really?” sighed Fuen.

“Oh yes,” said Alien. “I have been on the clock diet all week.”

“I bet that’s time consume…” started Spectre.

“STOP!” yelled Fuen, “we have done that joke four times!”

“Right,” said Spectre. “How is the clock diet going Alien?”

“To be honest,” sighed Alien, “I keep going back four seconds…”

Today is your last chance to enter our competition to win Lucy. If you do enter, be sure to leave a link in the post comments like it says in How to Enter. I can still see there are more shares than entries by a long way.