Tag: Horror

Ivy

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“Well sir,” said Malcolm, “it looks like ivy.”

“I can see that,” sighed Denver. “But how is it growing out of her skin?”

“Temperature puts the time of death at eight o’clock last night,” announced the coroner.

“Anything else odd,” asked Denver.

“Soil under her finger nails,” replied the coroner. “It has a blue tint to it, not a local soil that I know of.”

“Get her to the morgue,” said Denver. “Tell me what you find in an autopsy.”

None of them noticed her head had started to flower.

 

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Original photo available on Unsplash. Doodle and tale by Peter Edwards with his Posca Pens.

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Ticket

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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 had escalated into a frenzy when she had cut her leg running up the tracks.

Nearly there. She turned and ran up the last steps of the escalator.

“Sorry,” said the ticket attendant from above. “They need feeding.”

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 Doodle and tale by Peter Edwards with his Posca Pens.

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Terminal

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“Kill her,” flashed the terminal.

Kathy looked behind her. 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 of her bones. Easy mark.

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

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

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

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Original photo credit Matic Kozinc, available on Unsplash. Doodle and tale by Peter Edwards with his Posca Pens.

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Name

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“What’s ma’ name 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?”

Lucy

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He stood on the ledge. A wave of dizziness washed over him, he did a 2-step stagger, but remained upright.

“Once it’s done,” said Jake, “I get my old life back?”

“Of course,” said Lucy.

He looked at the concrete blanket beneath him. Closing his eyes, he took his last step.

She peered over the ledge, watching a red stain blossom below.

“Should have specified which old life you wanted back,” grinned Lucy.

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Original photo available on Unsplash. Doodle and tale by Peter Edwards with his Posca Pens.

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