Tag: Horror
▸ Short Stories – Artwork – Horror – Sci-Fi – Fantasy – Satire – Books ◂
-
Monsters of the Metaverse – Short Story
“I’m a bitch and you’re an asshole. There’s no difference between me and you except my gender.” This moron in the blue double-breasted suit was starting to annoy her. “That’s equality for you.” “Yet you call yourself a business woman, Ms. Quell. Which is it?” Stanley, the mutant blood-sucking, cowardly HR representative was trying her…
-
Haunted By Me – Short Story
The fortune teller wasn’t nervous when I sat down at the round table but her eyes suddenly darted behind me, narrowing with dread. I glanced back and no one was there. “Is everything ok?” My coworker recommended the psychic after I admitted to feeling a strange presence in a reoccurring nightmare, the one where I…
-
Haunted Wet Dreams – Series – Part 4 (of 4)
Content Warning: Horror, supernatural imagery, intense psychological tension, sexualized situations, blood and gore, and parental trauma. Reader discretion advised. Darkness faded from a pinhole of distant light. Night, in a living room of an old house. I found that I was standing, appreciative of the fact that I was fully clothed. The windows were the…
-
Haunted Halloween – Short Story
It was Halloween night and soon the death would start again. “There’s a ghost in my window.” Luke’s sister came into the living room while his father was pulling out the plastic skeletons. “I think he’s angry that we killed him.” His father looked up with a look of annoyance and sighed. “It’s fine. You’ve…
-
Forever Alone – Short Story
I could still feel the crystals laying on my eyes even when they weren’t there. Where did the damn things go? They must’ve rolled off during the night, fallen off the sheets. I knew I should never have believed that holistic shopkeeper. She was more gypsy hag than a proprietor but the prospect of using…
-
Haunted Wet Dreams – Series – Part 3 (of 4)
Content Warning: Horror, supernatural imagery, intense psychological tension, sexualized situations, blood and gore, and parental trauma. Reader discretion advised. The sticky substance expelled from my throat like a torrent. Visions began again. This time I was prepared for them, knowing that although the pain might have felt real they were only dreams and they wouldn’t…
Karl Kirkpatrick 