Showing posts with the label HORROR


I always fancied myself as a bit of a writer. And that is why I attended a writing class. But these novels – they’re 80,000 words. I don’t have the time, patience or talent to write something that is 80,000 words. My writing teacher always stayed behind to discuss anything extra with students. She was a good teacher. She was kind, patient and generous with her time. I waited for the classroom to completely empty before telling her about my lack of writing confidence and that I want to write something small but effective. It was an issue I felt stupid about, and I was relieved we were alone. “Well what are you interested in?” She asked. “Horror.” I replied. And it’s true, I love horror. Horror movies, horror films, anything that can scare the beejezus out of me. “Have you heard of Reddit?” She asked me. “C’mon. Who hasn’t heard of Reddit?” I laugh. “Well, they have a page called Short Scary Stories. It’s five hundred words.” She said. “How the hell can I scare someone in just five hundr


Bridget had wanted a big wedding her entire life…  That special day with everybody from her school, her street, her old job and her church could attend & celebrate her - Bridget for a change.  Bridget was twirling in front of the mirror in her long flowing custom made gown. The long white train at the back sat heavy on the floor. Much too heavy to carry alone.  She was waiting for her mother to arrive and carry the train down the aisle. Her mother, the only guest of the day besides her and Mark - like she said, it would have to be big on spirit and not on guests.  The legalities of the affair could be dealt with after (the witnesses, the certificates, the registry-office) - all Bridget today wanted was the spirit of the wedding to be complete - as the mother that single-handedly raised her; walked her down the aisle and Mark, the love of her life, handsome in his black tuxedo, smiling at his approaching princess.  It was all a surprise to Gail as she entered to see her daughter all

I Am Mr. Handsome [SHORT STORY]

I Am Mr. Handsome I’m all dressed up with nowhere to go.  I’m all dressed up with nowhere to go.  Looking for an invitation to arrive.  I am Mr. Handsome. I am sure you have heard of me. My reputation precedes me.  I won’t tell you too much about me but every story needs at least a setting? Well, there is only so much I can tell you that will give you a taste of the kind of person I am and what I do but not give the entire game away.  So, first things first. I am Mr. Handsome and I live in the city of London. That’s London, England. Not London, Ontario. Not London, Michigan. Or London, Kentucky.  No - I am from London, England. The same city where Old Jack comes from. That’s right. Jack The Ripper. And I see myself as a 21st Century Jack. They’ll never catch me. Try as they might. They will never catch me. I am the spiritual successor to Jack…  I live in a small apartment alone. I work a fairly menial job which allows me to go under the radar and there’s really not much in my daily lif

The Girls Wrote a Poem [SHORT SCARY STORY]

You got to love the girl’s creativity – they don’t get it from me. Today I heard my girl’s singing the funniest poem. I have four girls and a beautiful wife. There’s me Heather, Anna, Charlotte, Christie and my wife Daisy. My wife and I have been married twenty years and we’ve had our ups and downs in this house, but we’ve always stuck together and been there for one another no matter what. And what I value most about my wife is her loyalty and her trustworthiness. The two girls Heather and Anna, I am not so sure about and I always tell them. I always say to them two: Listen, girls, don’t be like the other two – don’t end up like Charlotte and Christie. The reason I say that is because Charlotte and Christie cannot be trusted. Running their mouths off at that school and telling their friends – daddy does this, mummy does that. I don’t want Heather and Anna to be like that. So, I give them fair warning because when them two flew the coop, I knew that I hadn’t done enough. We failed ther

Dear Jeff [Short Scary Story]

07/07/20 – 21:29 Dear Jeff, Guess who? Yes. It’s me Rose. I know you kind of said about not emailing you ever again (God you’re so dramatic!) but I really just want to get some final closure and talk about things a bit more. Firstly; I never got closure from you after what happened between us. I know it is complicated because of your relationship now with Siobhan and what we have been through in the courts. I know! I know! I just want you to know one thing. I still think about you. I still love you. I still dream about you and your milky body flowing between my lips. That strong chin, those brave and courageous eyes. The way you used to hold me firmly in your bear like paws and kiss me hard. I am sorry for what happened and that you thought I came on too strong during our two months together and when we first started dating and maybe I was a bit needy and came across as insecure; and I did message you incessantly. But you have to understand Jeff that I  am  insecure and this came from

Elevator - Based on a True Story

I had the call come in about a reported missing person. It’s early and I’ve barely finished my coffee. Her name was Anthea Dixon and she was last seen in her apartment building using an abandoned, out of order, old disused elevator. An elevator? Well; according to the CCTV this was where she was last seen – going into the elevator and she  never came out again . Naturally my first question was: How did she get the elevator working? You said it was disused. But I was told that I didn’t understand exactly. The elevator doesn’t work. My partner Duncan told me. I know, you said that, how did she get it working? Again, it didn’t make sense. She didn’t.  Duncan said. Then why did she walk into the elevator to use it?  I asked. Duncan shrugged. All we know is that she walked into the elevator and never came out again. It didn’t make sense until I watched the footage back and all became clear (well, clearer for now). She literally walked into this old, dusty, derelict elevator and she never ca