#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 ★ 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...

Glass Witch ★ Yawatta Hosby (Interview)

The dark, three story house loomed overhead as I stood in the property’s driveway. Droplets of water fell from above, threatening to undo the curls in my hair and the makeup on my face.

I propelled myself out of the rain and up the steps. The old wood creaked under my heels as I glided to the tall front door and unlocked the house.

Today was a huge day.

I couldn’t believe my good luck.

It was my very first interview for Wicked Shorts: a blog I hosted about speculative fiction, weird fiction and horror and the person I was interviewing was quickly becoming a personal hero of mine.

Yawatta Hosby was a strong, impeccably well written author of thriller and suspense novels. She was the real deal, and she’d be here in less than ten minutes.

Jacob's Will (Part Two)

Jacob explained to me that he’d done a ‘gettin’ sort of job for Tess. He’d hidden the trinket she asked him to get for her just before he died. And when he left the world of the living, he was the only person who knew where it was. His contract with her stipulated that he’d be bound to Earth in death if he didn’t:

1. Find someone to finish the job for him, or

2. Get whatever that Witch wanted himself.

Seeing as he was a ghost, it was going to be hard for him to go dig something up, so I would have do it for him and give the trinket back to the Witch.

Jacob's Will (Part One)

“Jacob was a good guy.”

I stalled and wrapped my sweaty hands around the outside corners of the podium.

Tried to get my nerves under control.

“He was my best friend.”

My audience was somber, black clad and teary eyed.

The sun shone down on all of us, but its gentle warmth was ignored. The hole in the ground was distracting, and death's cold fingers reached up from it and threatened to grab us.

In just a few moments, it would swallow up my friend forever.