Posts Tagged ‘creepy’

Gone

paranormal flash fiction Gone

I don’t believe in ghosts. I’ll tell you that right out. Woo-woo on the Internet? Spirit hunters on TV? It’s all a load of bullhockey. When you’re gone, you’re gone. My wife, now she’s another story. Martha’s the kind of person who looks for the Virgin Mary in her French toast. There’s nothing that woman…

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Visitor

Flash Fiction Visitor

It was after midnight when my ex-husband pounded on my door. I shouldn’t have answered. I know that. But I’ve always been an idiot where he was concerned. I opened the door and stared. Torn shirt, tie flung over one shoulder, face covered with cuts and scratches. “L-lauren.” Greg braced a forearm on the door…

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Escape

Five people, plus me. Two, I know. I’m cuffed to one of the strangers. The door shuts. The clock starts. We’ve got an hour. It’s a classroom. Desks lined up, homework on the blackboard. American poets stare at me from a poster. Robert Frost knows I haven’t read his stuff. The escape door’s different from…

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Cat

creepy cat pic

They say a cat can steal a sleeping person’s breath. I don’t know about that, but I do know this: when I woke up this morning, I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t breathe, but that didn’t hold me back any. I got up and brushed my teeth. Pulled on shirt and pants. Drank a cup of…

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Glasses

Flash Fiction: Glasses

I need glasses. Not because of what I can’t see, but because of what I can. I duck into a one-hour place. It’s not crowded, thank God. Just a lady in blue fussing with frames, and a guy in a suit pacing the waiting area. “Colors,” I tell the optician. Gary, his name tag says.…

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