#100WordHorror ★ Avrin Kelly

When I was a kid, my brother, Jack, always used to peep under my door at night. It wasn't anything pervy, I figured he just wanted to snitch on me for sitting in my closet reading by flashlight after bedtime.

My parents and I shared a wall and they would argue most nights, so, I always knew where they were in the house. It's hard to lose track of two people when they're screaming at each other. 

when we moved into a smaller house, I learned the truth. 

My parents were fighting one night and my brother and I now had to share a room. I realized it wasn't Jack peeping under my door. 

It never had been.★

AK

#100WordHorror ★ Marc Tizura

“Who sent you?”

The Crone that lorded over him demanded in a high-pitched quivery voice. He would have answered, but the Crone had ripped out his tongue and ate it before his eyes. 

“Tastes as sweet as candy, so it does,” The Crone announced with a witch’s cackle.

He opened his mouth to protest a flow of red life water came gushing, as did the only sound he could now make: a moaning cry. 

This sound drew on more cackles from the cartoonish hag that stood over him. He was told to stay away from the house on Crone Hill, and now, to his horror, he was finding out why. 

She racked her long jagged nails down his bare chest peeling up bits of skin which she quickly tore off and ate. He howled in agony; a watery choking noise which immediately drew more cackles from her. 

“Don’t have an answer? Well, don’t worry I will remake you, my sweet. You’ll be one of my dolls like all the others who have trespassed my hill.” The Crone whispered in his ear, her hot breath on his cheek.

In a flash, she clawed out his eyes. 

He let loose a howl as she cackled. Before the pain took him to the land of unconscious darkness where he would stay, he thought he saw a vision of a dark tower in a field of roses somewhere.★    

Marc Tizura is a published author. His debut novel was The Man from Grenin. 

He is also an actor and is the host of an awesome and always entertaining hashtag game on Twitter #tfteotw, which stands for "Tales From The End of The World". If ever you feel like playing, tune in to his YouTube channel and watch out for his weekly video prompts where he explains how to play.

Marc lives in Chicago, but don't worry, you can catch him on social media here:



Twitter (@areyouingrenin) 
Last but not least, don't forget to pop in and visit Marc's blog: MarcTizura.wordpress.com 

#100WordHorror ★ S.A. Thurtle

The candle light threw a warmth to his skin but not so warm as the glow cast by her love. Only a week in and she couldn’t get enough. His hypnotic blue eyes, full lips and that smile?

The man she dreamed of. 

And tonight? Tonight, she would give herself to him. Completely.

He tilted his head, brows furrowed in askance of her silence. 

“Sorry, I got lost. I… I just love your face.” She breathed the words, leaning in to kiss his lips.

He laughed with cold, rancid breath. “And I love how you think this face is mine.”★

S.A. Thurtle is writer, blogger and freelancer wordsmith. Native of the UK, an exciting series of life choices and random chance now sees him living in The Netherlands. There’s probably a book in that turn of events alone. 

He’s working on three different novels spanning fantasy, sci-fi and… the other one. He will finish one at some point. Honest.

Until that glorious day, you can find blogs and short stories on his website here: https://sathurtle.com  or keep up to date with his random musing on Twitter: https://twitter.com/sathurtle or Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/sathurtle/ .

#100WordHorror ★ SilverFox

The day started typically enough, it was my first day off of three. I had just gotten up and was headed for my first cup of coffee and a cigarette.  

Fresh, hot, coffee! I can't think of a better way to start my day.  

The morning was lovely and the sun was already shining, so I decided to step out on my back porch and enjoy the fresh air. When I opened the door I was very surprised to see the skull of a dog, I believe, sitting on my bench looking straight at me.  

It was obvious that someone had placed it there intentionally. I really wasn't quite sure how to take this at first so I decided I needed to call my sister (she is a practicing witch) and ask her how she felt about it.  

Her first question was: “Does it have a gris bag attached?” I told her it didn't, and she told me that I really didn't have anything to worry about - it was probably just someone reaching out to me.  

I really wasn't sure about who had offered this to me, but I accepted it as a gift and decided to go about my business. 

I doubt I will ever know who really sent it, but I have never felt there was any ill-will attached.★

This true story was written by my wonderful mother aka SilverFox. SilverFox lives in Houston, Texas and she is a strong, sweet woman with wild hair, kind eyes and more magic in her blood than most. 

Although SilverFox is not a practicing Witch, it is apparent (to me) that she certainly could be if she wanted to. Some people have an easier walk with nature than others (and my mom and aunt are blessed with that gift).

SilverFox is not a "writer" (as she tells me often enough), but I was able to convince her to put this story down on paper for Wicked Shorts. This is the first time she's ever written a story, and I'm so proud of her!!!😍💜 

#100WordHorror ★ Marc Tizura

“But daddy, I am scared of the dog in the rain.” She told her father with eyes as wide as saucers.

“Sweetheart, look out the window and see there is no rain out there and no dog either; it was a dream.” The father assured her, kissing her forehead and guiding her back to her pillow.

“It said you’re going to Hell.” She claimed before drifting back to sleep.

The first drops of rain hit the windows, sounding like knocking on a coffin.  

A chill ran down him to his very soul. 

Outside, he thought he heard a dog growling.★

Marc Tizura is a published author. His debut novel was The Man from Grenin. 

He is also an actor and is the host of an awesome and always entertaining hashtag game on Twitter #tfteotw, which stands for "Tales From The End of The World". If ever you feel like playing, tune in to his YouTube channel and watch out for his weekly video prompts where he explains how to play.

Marc lives in Chicago, but don't worry, you can catch him on social media here:

Twitter (@areyouingrenin) 

Last but not least, don't forget to pop in and visit Marc's blog: MarcTizura.wordpress.com 

#100WordHorror ★ Justin A. Price

“What was that?” Audrey said.

I finished the trick and faced her. “I made a rabbit disappear. But it was fake. See?” I produced the rabbit from a compartment under the thrifted magician’s table, holding it by the scruff of its neck.

  

“No, what was that sound. That crackle when it disappeared. You didn’t hear that?”

I listened. 

“Nothing,” I started to say, but the rabbit cut me off. In hushed tones, it said, “I heard it too. It squeezed through the portal with me.”

Then the rabbit’s eyes widened to take in something behind me, and Audrey began to scream.★

Justin A. Price has toyed with the idea of writing since he was a little boy. Now, he's still toying with it, but at least he has a few doc files to show for the effort. 

He's lived in sunny Florida his entire life, though he's dying to move somewhere more dreary and destitute. Of course, if that happens, his wife and two children might just kill him.

Website: https://justinpricewrites.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/price875

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/deadman875/

Sam Markowitz loves his poodle.

He'd do anything for it.
Anything.

But Sam's neighbor is making it impossible to care for Trumbly. 

Bad move.

Follow Sam's descent into madness in this psychological thriller short story.

#100WordHorror ★ Patricia Lynne

People said to be afraid of the dark. Monsters lurked in the shadows, waiting to ambush you. But they were wrong. It was the light that hid evil. Behind a kind smile, caring eyes and a gentle touch.

Evil knew this too. 

It understood if it cloaked itself in light, people would be blinded. They can’t see the darkness beneath. They’d make excuses. Evil banked on their gullibility.

I know because it’s how I move through this world. My masks are different, but the same. A kind smile, caring eyes and a gentle touch. 

And my victims never question it.★

Patricia Lynne loves to write anything with paranormal creatures or aliens. Sometimes both. She's not picky that way. She loves Doctor Who and reading about serial killers. She also writes under the name Patricia Josephine.

Website: patricialynne.com

Twitter: @plynne_writes

#100WordHorror ★ Jennifer Pierce-Gaeta

Alice playfully walked the razors edge of the cliff. Tiny giggles escaping her lips as she asked, “If I start to fall would you catch me Adam?” 

Adam's love-filled gaze fell on Alice and his features showed he would do anything to save her. Alice leaned back a bit further, her arms pinwheeling as she smiled. 

Panicked Adam lunged forward to grab her and plunged headlong over the cliff. 

Alice watched as Adam fell, a smile playing on her lips. 

Her soul free at last, her form disappeared into the mist. ★ 

Jennifer Pierce-Gaeta is the author of two published novels and is working hard on her 3rd and 4th soon to be published works. 

Her Hell’s Gate Series can be found on Amazon starting with Pandora’s Hell Decayed is the second title in the series. 

When she’s not writing she can be found chasing spirits, easing and painting. She warns we should be wary of spirits because they are everywhere. 

Find her on Twitter under Angelique Draco aka Jennifer Pierce-Gaeta @Angelwolf24. ️

Enter into a world where supernaturals are the human races last hope. Hell has escaped its prison early and is devastating the world. 

The humans are useless to help themselves and all could be lost if the gates of Hell are not slammed shut. 

That's where my team comes in. 

I am Kira Gaetano and my team may be the world's last hope for survival. We fight the big bad nightmares and are racing against the clock to stop Hell from taking over the world. 

The only question I have is can we do it?......

#100WordHorror ★ Hollie Hausenfluck

“You're next,” a voice whispered.

I spun on the spot, looking for the mysterious voice, but there was nothing, just my empty apartment. Then, the sound of something slithering across the floor echoed behind me. Goosebumps raced across my skin. My heart pounded; sweat beaded on my forehead. 

“Join us,” the strange voice spoke again. 

I held my hands over my ears and hummed. Surely the hallucination would be over soon. I closed my eyes and counted to ten, then took a deep breath and opened my eyes.

The red glass was sitting on the table, begging for my attention. My mouth watered as a drop of water slid down the cool glass. 

“Drink it. Become one of us.”

I reached out a shaking hand and…★

I am a published author and have been writing most of my adult life. After a few years of writing, I decided to start a freelance editing and writing career. I take pride in the ability to produce original, engaging and error-free content. I’m able to catch most grammar mistakes and point out those pesky plot bunnies.

The most important thing about being an editor is being able to give it to your clients straight but in a constructive way. I’m able to help my clients fix issues, without changing their story. My goal is to make a client’s story the best it can be. All of my editing services come with two revisions and for a reasonable price that will fit within most self-publisher’s budgets.

When I’m not writing or editing, I love spending time with my husband and our house full of animals. On a rainy day, you can find me lounging on the couch with a good book in hand.

Find Hollie's website here:

https://writeyourwayediting.wordpress.com/

Find Hollie on Twitter: https://twitter.com/HollieWrites13

Read our book🤓: 

Hayden Howell is an ambitious detective with a short temper in Charleston, SC. She’s at the top of her game and has just agreed to settle down with the love of her life. That is until a Witch marks her and her life is flipped upside down in an instant.

Thierry Adler is a Warlock who can’t seem to keep himself out of trouble. He’s on the run, again, and agrees to help Hayden on a whim. 

Will they be able to work together to keep Charleston safe from a madman hell bent on releasing chaos? Or will their differences be too much to overcome.

Will they solve the murder of a historic coven leader? Or will her death be in vain?

Join Hayden and Thierry on their adventure through the trenches of magic in Charleston. Their journey will leave you on the edge of your seat as they face the supernatural head on.

#100WordHorror ★ Lanie Goodell

Many think the shadows cannot harm them.

They are wrong.

Within the shadows, a killer seeps. He watches his prey with midnight eyes, dead and devoid of anything other than anticipation.

She shivered as she crossed the street, leaves rustling in the moonlit park. Her breath caught as she stumbled, the heel of her boot catching the curb in her haste.

That’s when he struck.

The shadows enveloping her in their inky embrace. The first cut released the air within her lungs. The second severed her trachea. It was over within minutes.

Laughter echoed deep within the shadows.★

Lanie Goodell is an American author and single mother. She is currently an avid flash fiction fan and loves the challenge of writing an entire story in just a few words.

Though her professional history is varied, ranging from teaching to enforcement activities, Lanie channels these experiences into her writing to create a plausible experience for the reader.

The mother of a teenage son, she enjoys spending time exploring his interests. They can often be found haunting the science museum or delving into the mechanics of how things work (especially redstone contraptions on Minecraft). She loves that her son is interested in the horror genre and he has sparked much of her recent creativity.


Lanie has an AAS in criminal justice technology, an AAS in psychology, an AA, and a BA in psychology. She is fascinated by the exploration of new subjects, always looking for new and intriguing information.

Visit Lanie's blog: https://meligoodell.com/
Follow Lanie Goodell on Twitter: https://twitter.com/MeliG321
Find her on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/msgfindingme/

#100WordHorror ★ AloneAtNight (Foreshadowing Dream)

When I was in college I house sat for my parents.

I’m a bit of a scaredy cat so I locked every door leading up to the bedroom when I went to bed at night. I had the weirdest dream that someone unlocked each door and turned on every light, I felt cold and woke up to my dog barking.

All of the lights in the house were on and every door open and unlocked. My dog wouldn’t stop barking at nothing in the hallway.

I sat in the shower with my dog and a phone the rest of night scared to death.★

Submitted by AloneAtNight (http://aloneatnightscarystories.blogspot.com)

AloneAtNight is a blog of short, creepy horror stories run / managed by David Kobb and Shawn Kobb. I recommend you read these tales with the lights on... 

If you're not scared enough, check out David and Shawn's books: Terrifying Tales: 13 Scary Stories for Children. It's sure to give you a chill, along with the second book in their series: More Terrifying Tales. 

Turn down the lights. Grab a flashlight, pull the blankets over your head, and prepare for a night of reading the scariest stories around.

Just repeat to yourself, "It's only make believe."

And, whatever you do, make sure you keep the closet door closed.

Why is your reflection in the mirror moving without you? What stalks the corn maze and will a group of friends make it out alive? Can you handle the bravery test and visit 13 cemeteries in one night? What would you do if you found a mysterious eye looking at you from the drain in your garage? All of these stories and more are hidden in the dark corners of More Terrifying Tales from the same authors that brought you Terrifying Tales: 13 Scary Stories for Children. Good luck...

#100WordHorror ★ AloneAtNight (Grandpa's Chair)

My grandfather passed away when I was 8 and my little brother was 2 or 3ish. He had this big Lazy Boy chair in the living room that he always planted himself in.

Everyone knew this chair was "grandpa's chair."

Anyway, we went down to my grandparent's house in Florida for a long weekend to attend the funeral, etc. We're all chatting the first night there in the living room, and my mom was sitting in the Lazy Boy chair.

My little brother goes up to my mom and says "Grandpa wants his chair back." My mom asks him where grandpa is, thinking he probably didn't understand death, to which he responds, "he's right behind you."

My mom BOLTED off that chair immediately.★

Submitted by AloneAtNight (http://aloneatnightscarystories.blogspot.com)

AloneAtNight is a blog of short, creepy horror stories run / managed by David Kobb and Shawn Kobb. I recommend you read these tales with the lights on... 

If you're not scared enough, check out David and Shawn's books: Terrifying Tales: 13 Scary Stories for Children. It's sure to give you a chill, along with the second book in their series: More Terrifying Tales. 

Turn down the lights. Grab a flashlight, pull the blankets over your head, and prepare for a night of reading the scariest stories around.

Just repeat to yourself, "It's only make believe."

And, whatever you do, make sure you keep the closet door closed.

Why is your reflection in the mirror moving without you? What stalks the corn maze and will a group of friends make it out alive? Can you handle the bravery test and visit 13 cemeteries in one night? What would you do if you found a mysterious eye looking at you from the drain in your garage? All of these stories and more are hidden in the dark corners of More Terrifying Tales from the same authors that brought you Terrifying Tales: 13 Scary Stories for Children. Good luck...