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”
Tag Archives: Horror
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”
Plasma
By Dominic Tramontana The patient coughed and wheezed. Pustules, black as tar, dotted his red skin. Blood crusted his mouth. Hacked phlegm stained his blanket. “Doctor, are you still there?” He asked. He wiped his mouth with the blanket. Doctor Rufus rushed to the bedside and grabbed the patient’s hand. “Of course.” “Heh, for aContinue reading “Plasma”
The Keeper
By Maryanne Knight Trent Hollis accelerated, the highway curving out of the mountains into Peru’s Pampa de San José, home to the ancient Nazca geoglyphs. His fiancé, Paige Osborne, had one hand on the dashboard, the other gripping the seat. Their meeting with the Peruvian Ministry of Culture had not gone well. The ministry lovedContinue reading “The Keeper”
The Waiting Room
By Megan Thompson It smells of sweat and hot breath, combining to make some sort of terrible human perfume. The old lady across from me, whose hair is unnaturally black and stiff, keeps softly dozing in her chair. She is overdressed for the occasion, her pink lipstick smeared around her thin and aging lips. TheContinue reading “The Waiting Room”
Warmth and Whispers
By Steven James Cordin Burning cold filled his chest. Voices in his head screamed for warmth. He awoke with a start, his body so cold it burned. For a moment, he wanted to let the cold embrace and consume him. The mad echo of the voices in his head drove those thoughts away. Their urgentContinue reading “Warmth and Whispers”
Eating Long Swine
By Chris Bunton The video turns on and we see a man standing in a kitchen. He has long black hair tied in a pony tail, and a scraggly beard. The kitchen looks as unclean as he does. “Hey everybody!” The man says to the camera, as he leans forward and places his hands onContinue reading “Eating Long Swine”
Dr. Grizzly
By Chris Bunton Journal Entry 10/16/20 Blood dripped from my fingertips as I stepped away. “I’m Sorry.” I told the patient. I always apologize to them, when I hurt them. It was not my intent to hurt, but to heal. I had found this particular patient behind a dumpster in an alley. He was obviouslyContinue reading “Dr. Grizzly”