A woman is asleep in bed. She twitches a bit, brushing her arm with her other hand. She shifts and continues to sleep. Again her arm twitches. She is more awake this time. She feels something on her arm. She anxiously brushes it off then turns on the light. On the blanket is a house … Continue reading The creepiest scene I can imagine
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I've always been bad at faces. You know that. I heard a thing on NPR about some mental illness where people can't even recognize the faces of people in their family. No, not Alzheimer's. Some face-recognition specific thing. Anyway, I'm not that bad, but I'm pretty bad. Like I can spend an hour talking to … Continue reading I hate not being able to see your face
"It's good to see you." "You, too. I can't believe it's been three years." "I know. I was glad to hear from you. I really needed a happy hour this week, too. Work has been a bear. We're way understaffed. We've had four positions open for months." "Good. I mean, bad about being understaffed." "Yeah." … Continue reading The LinkedIn Gift of the Magi
Frankenstein created a monster too. His monster wasn’t really a monster. He was misunderstood. Perhaps that’s true of Violet also, but that’s little comfort when your scream is being gagged by a realistic, child-sized fist being shoved down your throat. I make dolls for extra money and to keep busy on empty widowed nights. I … Continue reading Violet: A 100-word horror story
I'm working late while it is happening. Oblivious, I get on the train, take out my phone, and look at my Twitter feed. Refresh. Refresh. Refresh. People are saying that TV news wasn't covering it. That seems horribly wrong but okay for me since I only have my phone. Refresh. Refresh. Refresh. There are pictures. Frightening images … Continue reading Refreshing isn’t always refreshing