Optimistic – A Micro Horror Story
Frank, my twin, was always such a pessimist. Even as a kid, nothing was good enough for him. But as an adult his negativity turned its glaring eyes on me. He would spit at me over the phone, calling me worthless and creepy. I’d scoff. Look in the mirror, Frank. But when he turned on…
The Medic – A Short Horror Story
James was on his last ambulance run of the night. Technically, his shift ended an hour ago, but the bell rang within the last five minutes of his shift, and his replacement hadn’t shown up yet. 12-hour shifts were grueling, and he had begun to feel a twinge of resentment towards Sarah, as this was…
Prime Real Estate – A Short Horror Story
“The meagre lighthouse all in white, haunting the seaboard, as if it were the ghost of an edifice that had once had colour and rotundity, dripped melancholy tears after its late buffeting by the waves.” -Charles Dickens Wind Shear Cliff was like something out of a postcard. The way the rocky shore rose out of…
The Lollipop Man – A Short Horror Story
I never believed in the Lollipop Man. He was just one of those Boogeymen that the bullies would use to try to make us cry on the playground. Their taunt started: “The Lollipop Man drives an ice cream van And travels from town to town. He offers you sweets But if you eat his treats…
The Reaper’s Candle – A Short Horror Story
It was Halloween night, and I was dressed in my armor, ready for battle. It was our yearly tradition: my friends and I would dress up in our favorite LARPing costumes and hold games, costume competitions, and even melee fights. It was my turn to host the party, and I’d spent the whole week cleaning…
Moving Day – A Short Horror Story
I’d been a moving man for a decade, and I’d seen all sorts of strange items that got packed away. Insect collections, taxidermy animals, jars full of old pennies, used dishes, dirty laundry, you name it. It never bothered me before, and I’d never felt scared of going into other people’s homes; at least, not…
The Weatherman – A Short Horror Story
I knew about the storm before anyone else. The budget cuts to the news room, including the weather team, had been brutal. It’s true we were just a small local station, but in a place like this where tornados were a yearly event, it didn’t seem like the brightest idea. I was the last full-time…
The Feast – A Short Horror Story
Every year on Thanksgiving my family holds a big dinner. It’s usually referred to as the “Family Feast” in the intricately designed invitations that are sent out to every living member. The invites are always done on parchment paper with hand-drawn calligraphy like we were part of some sort of ancient royal lineage, instead of…
There’s a Man at the Door – A Short Horror Story
Every night at midnight, there is a man at the door. The doorbell camera records him every night. He doesn’t stay for long, just a few minutes, then he walks away, disappearing back into the shadows. The camera doesn’t pick up where he comes from, since it can’t see down the street. It can only…
Smartphone – A Short Horror Story
I’ve never been the type of person to stand in line for the latest tech. I kept my last phone for years, and had no plans to upgrade it. In fact, as I browsed the tables of slick rectangles, which at this point are basically just portable pocket televisions, I didn’t have a clue which…
Kent Juniper 