Tag: Horror
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Ghost-Witch – Short Story
A scratching, scraping sound crawled across the dirt towards Kosumi’s campfire. He couldn’t see through the darkness and rose on bended knee, drawing his tribal bow towards the empty wilderness. His heart raced and his arms ached with intensity. His village had abandoned the dry plains of Wuskama without him. He had to survive the…
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Healthkill System – Short Story
“You have to face facts, the system was put in place to cope with the current state of national healthcare. Let’s not put any more stress on your children Mrs. Andrews. This is better for everyone.” The insurance specialist was practically whispering into her ear, not wanting the others to hear. Stephanie spoke louder so…
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Killing Christmas – Short Story
“And today’s top story: There are further reports of more killings related to the Acid Killer in the Midwest. Seven more deaths have been attributed to the serial killer. Victims received a package from a mysterious sender. When the packages were opened the contents would spray the victims with hydrochloric acid.” The newscaster was monotone, his…
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Pandemic Hoax – Short Story
“Mr. President, what do you say about people suffering in the Midwest, about rumors of a virus that causes paranoia and fear?” The room became hushed waiting for the response. The president rubbed his forehead, his cheeks had grown pale, “We have it totally under control. Everyone just needs to relax. As long as we…
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Hell Hex – Short Story
The goat head was starting to smell like a moldy fart as it lay there, seeping blood onto the garage floor. Stephanie could barely contain herself, “How much longer do we have to kneel? My calves are killing me. I’m starting to get a headache.
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The Witch In My Eye – Short Story
Oh, the visions I beheld when my eyes opened. What reverie is this? What deliverance from the darkness? The colors, the hues, the light reflecting off the foliage and bows that hung from the rafters of the cottage. My eyes marveled at the diversity all around, and at the caked dirt covering the floor that…
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Ghost Mode – Short Story
“I killed you! I killed you! How are you still alive!” Herbert’s hand trembled as he gripped the mouse, the glow of the arcade screen made everything in the room disappear. He was alone with the game and could do or say anything in that anonymity. “These bullet-to-target ratios are whack. Can’t believe they released…
Karl Kirkpatrick 