“Hey, hurry up! Place your candle, we gotta get going. It’s going to be dark soon.”
Dad looked cautiously around us, as if the trees might reach down and smite him.
“Okay!” I replied.
I lit my candle and set it against the grave.
The grave of my brother.
“Lets go, Mom is probably worried by now,” Dad said, hurrying his way toward the exit of the graveyard.
Usually, Dad and I took our time. We actually paid respects to the dead. Took turns talking to my brother’s grave. Prayed for his spirit, all that good stuff. But today was different. Because today wasn’t an ordinary day.
Today was Halloween.
And we were on an island. No, actually. Not just an island.
The Island of the Dead. Continue reading “Dead Knock”
Living on the island wouldn’t be so bad if it were just my brother and I.
But we’re not the only ones.
The horror rises up on me. The dawning of a terrifying realization:
We aren’t alone on this island.
And, because of that…
One of us might die. Continue reading “Island Ties and Angry Tides”
Do you know what fear is?
Maybe you’ve felt it before. That hand inside your spine. It threatens to grip you, to tighten until you break in two. Lingering, moving, shifting. It evolves into anything and everything you see. You get confronted with it at every step. What if this is it? What if this is the thing? The one thing that will ruin everything?
That type of fear is called worry.
It whittles away at you. Eats you slowly. Devouring every thought in steady succession, chomping and chomping away at your roots until you shrivel away. Decay into nothing. A once beautiful, strong tree, eaten away by the worms.
And that’s just one facet of fear. Continue reading “Fear”
I was always told by my parents that, when looking for a job, there is a certain list of criteria one has to consider. Several different points fit on this list, but number one was always this:
Will the job you get help sustain your life style of preference?
If you want to be able to travel, get a job that requires travel. If you want to spend more time with your family, don’t become an executive or CEO because you’re not likely to get much time in with the kids. If you want to spend money on vacations, then you have to get a high paying job that offers a good amount of vacation time. Or move to a country that requires your work to give you a decent amount of vacation time. And if you want a lavish lifestyle:
Get a high paying job.
That was always number one on my list. However, college was not an option for me. Not because I don’t have the funds or the smarts.
I just don’t have the drive for four more years of school.
It sounds like actual torture to me.
So, when I applied for this job, I was quite excited.
High pay, only high school education required, good amount of vacation days.
The thing they didn’t mention was the risk involved. Apparently, at my workplace, there are at least twelve deaths a year.
But I guess that’s to be expected.
At least, it is when you work at The Fear Factory. Continue reading “A Horror Unfolds”
It didn’t have anything written on it. The box, I mean. It didn’t look like it came from the UPS guy, or the post office or even my arch-nemesis, FedEx. No, if anything it was just dropped here.
I wondered why.
And where it came from.
And who brought it here, to me.
What was in it.
Ah yes, the fateful question:
What’s in it?
I think that’s what did me in. You know, I know the story of Pandora’s box. Did a whole section of study on it in high school. I guess I just never thought it actually applied to real life.
So I opened the box. Continue reading “A Cat Killed”
I don’t remember it well. Sure, it was the experience of a lifetime, but when you’re in that much pain, it’s hard to focus. Hard to remember. All I can remember is the pain.
And then the screaming.
And then the thirst.
When I woke, it was like that was all there was. All that there ever had been. That throbbing ache. The animalistic need to stop the burning in my throat. I remember trying so hard to get rid of it. At the time, I thought I’d drink anything. Literally anything, in order to rid myself of that burn.
I wasn’t really wrong.
But that was it. All there was to waking up again. All there was for me, anyhow. Like I said, I don’t remember it very well.
I guess that’s why I do what I do. By waking others, I guess I hope someone will remember. Someone will be able to eventually tell me:
What it was like to die. Where they went. Because I’ve always been dying to know:
Where did I go? Continue reading “Waking Dead”
There are two categories of people: the people who get all the luck, and the people who speak to luck.
Unfortunately for the former, not all the luck in the world is good luck.
Which is where the latter come in.
Speak to luck? What does that mean, right?
I’m talking about humans beings controlling luck.
Sounds nutso, right? Like completely bonkers. But it’s true. Completely possible. I would know.
You know how you control luck?
Curses. Continue reading “The Curse-ologist”
The class was completely quiet. All of us absorbed in taking notes or zoning out or doing our homework. Everything was silent.
Which is why everyone heard Tate’s head hit the desk. Continue reading “Mediocre Mystery”
People talk about the Headless Horseman, like he’s a ghost. A myth. A stagnant creature that only roams a portion of the map. As if he stands alone in this world, the only headless rider.
The Dullahan might ride alone.
But he is not the only headless rider. Continue reading “The Night We Lost Our Heads”
In recent years, something has come to my attention.
Generally, people do not like darkness.
Which, honestly, is fine with me. That just means my Dark Realm is calm. Quiet. Undisturbed. People find the edges of this realm and they shudder, and turn away. The howling and baying and screaming of the dark wild is far too much for them to endure.
A darkness like that is bound to go undisturbed, if not for it’s noises, then for the lack of light. No a flashlight, no a torch, not even the sun itself, can pierce through this darkness.
It’s comforting to know that this darkness can’t be disturbed. Can’t be swayed.
It makes everything much the same.
At first, I had thought it was going to kill me, this roiling darkness. But, in the end, my eyes have adjusted. Nothing here has tried to kill me. All the dwellers here simply leave me be.
It’s peaceful for me.
I don’t think there’s more that I could ask for.
Right? Continue reading “Abhorrent Light”