By William David Higgs III He had been repairing foundations for fifteen years, but it only took him fifteen minutes to decide that it was the worst condition he had seen a house in. It’s a miracle this place is still standing, he thought. He prepared to turn around when he heard clanging metal followedContinue reading “Foundation Repair”
Category Archives: Horror
The Dead Girlfriends
By Gratia Serpento Being dead is less than it’s conked up to be. It’s like you’re in a screen, a simulation, there’s a divide between you and everything else. Everything is mild. Any food tastes bland, and I could eat a ribeye and a celery stick and not be able to taste the difference. There’sContinue reading “The Dead Girlfriends”
Gorehounds
(Or The Case Surrounding Crystal Woijick’s Supposedly Lost Death Tape) By Cindy Pereira “You don’t look the type of the girl that’d be into this shit,” Raoul Davenport says with a condescending smirk. Yeah, and you look exactly like the sort that jerks off to it and watches the Columbine surveillance tapes on loop. IContinue reading “Gorehounds”
The Crawl Space
By Dick Johnson He felt alone, and he was alone. The others had left him long ago. The walls of the cellar were cold and peeling, like his old face. The neighbor kids said the house was haunted. And it was. It had the ghosts of all the orphan kids who had burned up inContinue reading “The Crawl Space”
I Won’t Be Me Tomorrow
By Melissa R. Mendelson Her fingers drifted across the steering wheel, falling across the keys. The ignition was cut. Her hand withdrew but paused, falling gently near the cup holder, her fingers stretched outward, reaching for the leg nearby, brushing gently against it. But she moved away. “Still have cramps?” Bailey brushed her hand againstContinue reading “I Won’t Be Me Tomorrow”
Doomsday Book
By Dominic Tramontana Bill poked his head through the doorway, his son Tommy, tucked in bed. “Goodnight, son.” He flipped the switch, leaving only the night light to cast an orange shadow over the room. He worried how long his son would rely on the little light. The room was baby blue with white cloudsContinue reading “Doomsday Book”
That’s Not My Face
By Melissa R. Mendelson The smell was sickening, but nobody seemed bothered by it. People on the left sat in large, black seats with hood dryers over their heads, covering their faces. People on the right were positioned in short, black seats with their hands held inside white, metallic boxes, some flinching from the pain. Continue reading “That’s Not My Face”
Automobile Psychosis
By Jason Smith We almost collided at an intersection. He was driving some kind of muscle car, painted primer gray and covered in dents. I didn’t like the way he stared at me through his dirty, cracked windshield. I drove away, and he was soon right behind me. I pulled over and stepped out ofContinue reading “Automobile Psychosis”
Him
By Megan Thompson “The dead still get goosebumps”, I state with a sly smile to the group that has gathered in the office kitchen. They give me a chuckle, and I wink back. They are used to these odd statements from me, it’s one of my signatures moves. What they perceive as “quirky”, I seeContinue reading “Him”
Laid to Rest
By Erik Suchy The sense of prolonged rigidness had never been amongst his feelings before until he found it was consuming him from where he lay. Please do a wiggle. Please. Its resistance was bold. Naturally, the potency of total consciousness was never submissive at any and all ordinary limits. Its imperial mother superior complexContinue reading “Laid to Rest”