#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

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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 ★ Danielle Van Alst

I don’t know why I looked up, but when I did I saw him there.

He stood against my window. His forehead rested against the glass, and his bloodshot eyes were still and dark and he smiled a lipstick-red cartoonish grin.

My husband was upstairs sleeping, my son was in his crib, and I couldn’t move.

Oh, please no.

His sickening smile never moved as he put a hand up and slid it down the glass, watching me. I couldn’t do anything. I just stayed there, frozen, feet still in the bushes I was pruning, looking into my home.★

Danielle is a freelance writer, author, blogger, and poet. She currently has five published books and is feverishly working on her next release.

When not writing, Danielle is introverting, sleeping, reading, and binge watching Netflix (just not all at the same time).

Links:

Website: http://www.daniellevanalst.com

Blog: http://www.daniellevanalstblog.com

Twitter: @d_vanalst

Instagram: @dvanalstwriter