As I walked, about two blocks up I saw him…the boy. I decided then to abruptly change direction, having heard from others that when coming across this particular child, it was advisable to give him a wide berth. He was climbing out of the sewers. It was abnormal for anywhere else, but par for the course in our little village.
...posted in: Creature Feature, Dark Humor, Short Stories, Unexplained Occurrences, Unreliable Narratives, Unsettling Tales
My neighbor got a Tesla.
If I’m being honest, I love the car and hate it at the same time. Because I hate Jim. He’s a real prig.
...posted in: Creature Feature, Dark Humor, Short Stories, Unexplained Occurrences, Unsettling Tales
I wonder what Nathan is doing right now.
Nathan Wallows is my favorite singer. His voice is like a tormented angel pulled down to suffer in a tar pit. Haunted. He was fated to be trapped forever in my sticky black heart. Each song he sang resonated chords within me. It would be hard to convince me that each song he wrote and sang wasn’t written just so I could understand him better. That’s how much his body of work spoke to me.
...posted in: Dark Humor, Short Stories, Unreliable Narratives, Unsettling Tales
I just want to make one thing clear: I’m not sick. I think a sick person wouldn’t be able to recognize the difference between right and wrong. I knew what I did was wrong before I did it. I also knew there wouldn’t be any consequences, I suppose. Nobody was ever going to know.
...posted in: Dark Humor, Deranged Psychosis, Short Stories, Unsettling Tales
My cousin Ronnie and I used to chase the ghost train on Grandad’s farm.
...posted in: Dark Humor, Short Stories, Supernatural Horror, Unexplained Occurrences, Unsettling Tales
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My cousin Ronnie and I used to chase the ghost train on Granddad’s farm.
The whole family lived on the 174 acres; a railway goes through the center. Grandad said those tracks hadn’t been used in decades. That’s why nobody believed when we started on about the ghost train.
...posted in: Dark Humor, Shorter Stories (<500), Supernatural Horror, Unexplained Occurrences, Unsettling Tales
Later on Tuesday when we’d reopened the shop, Sheriff Matthews came by. The bell up front jingled as he sauntered through the doorway.
“Alice Tucker, I got a kinda disturbing call about you from your neighbor Jennie a little bit ago.”
...posted in: Dark Humor, Series, Short Stories, Supernatural Horror, Unsettling Tales
Part 2
When I was a little boy, I used to ask Mama when my magic would come, but Mama says it don’t work like that. Mama’s mama had it like she does but she says the swamp magic don’t come to all our kin.
...posted in: Dark Humor, Series, Short Stories, Unsettling Tales
Part 1
Mama isn’t a bad person. It’s actually quite the opposite. She feeds every stray she comes across, gives to charity and she cares a lot about the environment. The environment is probably the thing she carries the biggest torch for. We have a delicate ecosystem down here in the Florida Everglades and it has to be maintained. I feel like that’s probably the best way to start this story; to remind you that she is good. Mostly.
...posted in: Dark Humor, Series, Short Stories, Unsettling Tales
