Can’t Sleep (True Horror)
Wondering why i’m up so late?
Tag: horror
The Books in the Backroom
I didn’t believe the rumors. So, I hid in the bathroom of the library till after hours and waited for everyone to go home. The lights shut off and I suddenly found myself in darkness. The only source of light was the silver glow of the moon. But I wasn’t afraid of the dark. I […]
“The Devil’s Dog” (Audio)
…Did you…did you see that?
Sniper
She looked through the scope, at the woman, smiling and laughing. They had the same face, the same habits, and name She knew she couldn’t let this creature live.
The Fish Were Biting – Hint Fiction
Tearing the flesh from his bones with forks and knives made of coral. They enjoyed a freshly caught meal.
“Meat”
Sometimes I get hungry—just really damn hungry and I think about all the things I’d like to eat. Like my favorite kinds of sandwiches, pizza, that chocolate cake they have at Jack in the Box, but the one thing that always comes to the forefront of my mind is meat. I hunger for meat. And […]
Pregnasis (Prose)
They welcomed her into the center with smiling, plastic faces. The nurses all looked alike; they were all Astro brand. Fair skinned, brown eyes with hair that stopped just above their shoulders. Their little white hats and dresses matched the walls and floors. Katherina got up from her seat when they called her name. She […]
“Home Movie” (Prose)
The television blinked to life at the press of a button. The next would switch the VCR on. A little green light appeared and one more button started the sixth tape in their home movie marathon. It was a walk down memory lane and he, the Operator. The screen came to life with laughter. The […]
“Here’s a Tale to Put in Your Storybook” (Prose)
Once upon a time, there was a princess who lived in a tower, guarded by a dragon. She was fair and kind, the prettiest in the land and awaited for her prince to save her—at least, that’s what the king told his son. “There’s a girl. She’s fair and kind. She lives in a […]
“Your Mid-summer’s Drive” – Prose
You’re driving. The car is a black Honda Civic and you’re going seventy down route 22. It’s a warm summer night, but you leave the windows rolled all the way up. It’s stuffy and hot. Sweat trickles down your face, your back is damp and your palms are slippery against the wheel. You press harder […]
Zo Grimmwood 