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April 20, 2024
Poetry Paweł Markiewicz

The Quire Of The Sheep

We are calling for your soul for a benevolent autumnal source May the hoary times arrive full of sunny gloom endlessly dream! with a fancy coming from tender sea we are conjuring you dreamer your mythical pearls Come propitious birdies from Olympus-mountling!…
April 20, 2024
Crime Stories Jason Smith

Peter's Peril

It was finally happening. After years of struggling, Peter had landed his dream job. A producer in Hollywood had read his self published book and wanted to create a television show based on it. He’d personally asked Peter to join his writing team. This was…
April 20, 2024
Fantasy Stories Nelly Shulman

The White Dove

The dusty glass of an ancient lamp sparkled, and Bronwen jumped back. Nikola rolled his eyes. “The electricity is quite safe,” he said. “Sooner or later, you’ll use it.” Sitting down in a worn velvet chair, Bronwen snorted. “What for, Nikola? I have my magic…
April 13, 2024
Flash Fiction Benoit

The March

By just one seat, the Coalition of Hard Fighting Women, More Justice for Women and Green Now had won the election. At 12 noon on Giri (Wednesday), triumphant feminists would march from each end of Sydney Harbour Bridge to celebrate. Led by Prime Minister…
April 13, 2024
Flash Fiction Dominik Slusarczyk

The Exam

I I catch the ball, spin, and throw it back to my friend. I throw it way too hard. It goes sailing over my friend’s head, bounces, then goes into the back of a girl sat in a little circle with her friends. One of her friends tuts at us and tells us to be more…
April 13, 2024
Mystery Stories MegaParsec

Mrs Briton's Secret

Everyday Mrs. Briton would quietly leave the house in the dark. She would tiptoe so that no one would ever come to know that…..(beginning given) She was dying. The only pillar of the family’s well-being depending on a tiny vial and a hypodermic needle. Every…
April 11, 2024
Horror Stories Luna Woods

Cornswell The Witch

The year is 1692. A young fellow named David was on his way into town when he saw a weird-looking house in the distance. The house was old and run-down, but there was still light burning through the windows. "DAVID. DAAAAAAVIIIID." David turned around to see…
April 11, 2024
Science Fiction Stories David Blitch

Do You Remember When?

Do you remember when? Before the Alien Bastards came? Well, I sure do! I sit here in my farm house on the lake, at the foothills of the White Mountains, getting wasted on cheap beer even before the lunch bell has rung. It is a place so secluded, among the…
April 11, 2024
Romance Stories A.Coster

A Night In The Black Forest

My homebound journey following my tour of Europe was interrupted when my plane halted in Paris for a couple hours, leaving me with just one hour in Frankfurt to make my connecting flight. As I had feared, I would not make it. If you’ve traveled through…
April 01, 2024
Science Fiction Stories Salvatore Difalco

Life And Death In The Arcology

My neuropractioner, Dr. Mercury Pope, called my state of despair a waste of time. He wasn’t the only one, but coming from a neuropractioner it meant something. “Let me edit you,” he said, reaching for what they called the Helmet Doctor, a portable editing…
April 01, 2024
General Stories Michael Barlett

The Need For Speed

‘Be-Bop-a-Lula, she’s my baby Be-bop-a Lula, I don’t mean maybe’… CHAPTER ONE Gene Vincent’s rock n’ roll hit song blasted from the Radio Shack speakers in Scotty Ferguson’s souped-up ’53 Studebaker Hawk. Scotty had just cruised the length of the downtown…
March 19, 2024
Fantasy Stories Wondering Monk

Just My Imagination

The alarm clock went off and started playing an awful tune. Tom opened his eyes and closed them back, squinting. He reopened one eye and stood up to stop the torture. The phone was on the desk, in the furthest spot from the bed. Although he changed his way of…

As I flip through the pages, Sadie abruptly walks into the room wearing a sexy blue party dress.

“I’m glad to see that you’re reading the Bible,” she says.

I gently put the book on the counter. “I saw it here and well… I thought I’d look at it while I wait.”

She places her arms around my hips and pulls herself against my body. “Are you sure you want to do this, college boy?” she whispers.

I lower my head, staring into her eyes while she rubs herself against me. “Yeah, it’s what I do.”

She smiles. “Then you’re lucky, not many men can have me.”

“I know.”

She lets go of me and points at the closet next to the hallway. “You will hide in there.”

“If that’s what you want.”

She licks her upper lip and adds, “You’re my Christmas gift.”

“Are you sure you can pay me?”

She reaches for me. “Yes and here it is.” She takes out the money from her purse.

“I usually get paid after.”

“Take it.” She shoves the money down my pants.

I push away, looking at the closet door.

“Remember the plan,” she says.

I laugh while pulling out a black ski mask from my back pocket. I put it on.

“Now you look like a naughty burglar,” she adds.

“I was afraid you would say that.”

Sadie looks at the clock on the wall. “I better go. Midnight Mass already started.” She grabs her jacket and runs toward the front door, turning off the lights in the house. “Don’t fall asleep,” she says. The front door slams shut as I notice in the corner of the living room the reflection of green, red, and blue blinking lights from her Christmas tree. I am about to approach the tree, when my cell phone vibrates. I answer it.

“Where are you?” David asks.

“I’m still at her house.”

“Well hurry up. You’re missing an awesome party, and dad is asking for you.”

I walk into the closet and sit on a chair behind a large coat rack. “Guess what?” I ask.

“What?”

“This lady has a sick fantasy.”

“What did you expect? She’s mom’s friend.”

“Get this. She went to Midnight Mass, and when she gets back, I’m supposed to jump out of a closet, wearing a mask like a thief and attack her.”

“Attack her?”

“Yeah, I’m supposed to rough her up a little, rip her clothes off and… you know – do bad things to her next to her Christmas tree.”

“And while her husband is out of town?”

“Yeah, crazy, and she has a Bible on a counter.”

“How weird is that?”

“I know.”

“Well hurry up before the party ends. Uncle Bob is already drunk.”

The phone hangs up as I lean back on the chair, staring between the coats. I reach for the closet door and close it halfway, giving me enough view of the living room and the Christmas tree. I then shove my cell phone back in my pocket and as I wait, my eyes slowly close.

I wake up to a blast of cold air across my face with a horrible stench. I quickly sit up, peek between the coats, anticipating that Sadie has returned from Midnight Mass, but all I see is the blinking Christmas lights and something awkward behind the tree. I quietly reach forward, gently pushing two coats apart, looking more intently, and what I see is shocking.

A creepy figure – tall, slender, bare, hairless with long arms and fingers – is touching the Christmas tree as though curious by the blinking lights. I push myself back in the chair, and as the creature moves around the tree, it has red blistered skin and a long tail like a kangaroo. I take a deep breath, clasp my hands together, when unexpectedly the creature starts to whistle to what sounds like a Christmas jingle. Disturbed, I reach for my cell phone, when the backdoor slams open.

“I forgot my purse!” Sadie shouts.

With a loud scream, the creature jumps at Sadie.

“Stop!” she yells.

I’m frozen still, and all I hear is the furniture being knocked over.

“Help,” Sadie whimpers.

I close my eyes to a beastly grunt.

“No,” she cries.

I sit cowardly in the chair, thinking whatever this creature is – I hope it doesn’t notice me in the closet. I then hear my name.

“Gabe, please help me,” Sadie begs.

I glue myself to the chair.

“Gabe,” she says. “He’s going to kill me.”

I want to cry.

“Gabe,” she murmurs.

I cover my ears.

“I don’t want to die,” she moans.

But then I force my eyes open to the sound of laughter echoing around me, and with a trembling hand, I reach forward, quietly pulling the closet door shut. I sit with shame, doing nothing to help Sadie. For the first time in my life I am weak, anticipating the inevitable as time seems forever. Now for sure the creature knows I am in the closet, but for some strange reason death is not upon me.

Later on when the house is once again silent, I pull off my ski mask and creep out of the closet to the sight of blood dripping off the Christmas tree. I look down the hallway, and what is left of Sadie – a butchered head, severed limbs, and a torn blue party dress – are scattered along the bloody floor. I gag, shoving my hand down my pants. I pull out the five-hundred dollars, drop it next to her Bible, and frantically run out of the house to the reflection of green, red, and blue blinking lights.

 

The End

 

Bio:

Inspired by the short story, The Cask of Amontillado, I started writing fiction about death, horror and suspense. In February 2017, I published my first novel, Walking in the Shadows of Death and the Supernatural. I currently live in Las Vegas, New Mexico which is located in the foothills of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains. When I’m not spending time with my family, I enjoy reading, the outdoors and sports. My website: chubbyvatomedia.com provides a platform for my writing.

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