Janet heard her friend’s response and gasped.
“Hate is such a strong word, Linda! And he’s still missing! His poor wife must be frantic after finding all that blood!”
Linda giggled. “You misheard me,” she said, her eyes dancing. “I didn’t say I hate him. I said I ate him.”
George Hopkin puts words and spaces together and hopes they entertain or inform. If they both entertain and inform, he thinks that’d be just fantastic, thank you very much.
The scratching is constant outside my bedroom. Each swipe is stronger, pushing the door against the frame. Testing its capabilities.
I’m in the corner, waiting for the inevitable as moonlight pours in.
The door shakes now, slamming against the doorframe. I close my eyes. Accept my fate.
And say goodbye.
Stephen Reynolds is a former Journalism student currently in pursuit of his first love: fiction. His writing has appeared at What Culture and Saturday Night Reader.
Edward hasn’t gone into the basement in awhile, the stairs as old and rickety as he is. He trembles, stares at the door.
Something on the other side wants out of the basement, into the house. It knocks, politely. At first.
Edward turns to run as the door groans open.
Madeline Mora-Summonte reads, writes, and breathes fiction in all its forms. She is the author of the flash fiction collection The People We Used to Be. See more at her blog.
He spat on the grave, giddy with the knowledge she could never touch him again.
It had taken three hours to locate the headstone in the enormous cemetery.
Four hours on, hopelessly lost, he could still see her newly dug plot.
He felt her touch one last time.
George Hopkin puts words and spaces together and hopes like heck they entertain or inform. If they both entertain and inform, he thinks that’d be just fantastic, thank you very much.
Many had seen awkwardness in him. His antics had raised eyebrows. Was this wayward child simply yearning for love and understanding?
Those in this moment questioned the disturbing, guttural sound deep from within him.
His evil grin seemed to sneak up on the priests as they reentered the satanic room.
Jim Freeze is 69 years old and retired.He has been writing for three years and has completed over 50 stories to date, with seven published.
Jessica spotted a present by the Christmas tree. Excited, she rushed over and picked it up.
Her eyes studied the words on the gift tag: From Hubby.
“No, it can’t be.” Trembling, she turned around.
Her dead husband stood before her with the knife still in his chest.
Nicole J. Simms is a UK horror writer who also likes to explore other genres, such as crime and fantasy. She has been writing stories for over two years, and has so far had five short stories published, including “Caught up in Murder”, which can be found in the Dark Bard anthology. You can visit her at nicoles-designs.co.uk/NicoleJSimms
The locksmith challenged me to a duel.
He escaped the room quickly, and warned me from the other side to make it out before midnight.
“I can’t,” I conceded.
Only when the clock struck twelve times and the creature climbed through the window did I realize it had been open.
Anna Jones is a Louisiana high school student who enjoys short stories and musical theatre.
Bobby heard grumbling coming from under his bed. He looked under the bed and saw his own face staring back at him.
He was consequently sucked under his own bed and devoured, bones and all.
Bobby does all his chores now! Bobby’s parents love the new Bobby.
Whoever he is…
Doug has contributed to all three issues of Demonic Visions: 50 Horror Tales.
A set of screams had been heard days ago. A police officer went to check the Millers’ house to see if everything was all right.
“Regan,” he said. “Honey, where are your parents?”
“I tried to tell them my doll was bad,” she said. “But she got to them first.
Kelsey D. Garmendia, 23, graduated with a Bachelors Degree in English with a concentration in Creative Writing. Garmendia is featured in Midnight Screaming, Poydras Review, My Unfinished Novel, The Stonesthrow Review, Penduline Press and Embodied Effigies. She has two self-published novels titled Burn Our Houses Down and If I Lose.
Wake up! It’s coming for you. Leave quickly, through the window if you can.
A slimy tentacle forces its way under your door. It wraps itself around your leg as you try to run.
You’re pulled through the door, down the hallway, into the basement.
I tried to warn you.
LB Thomas lives in Montana and owns a Tennessee Walker treeing coonhound named Zumbi. His work has been featured in Every Day Fiction and Flashes in the Dark.