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
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
The worst day of my life was not when I was quartered and pulled apart. Not when the dogs had torn my head away and ripped off my arms and legs.
That was a bad day…but not the worst day.
...posted in: Creature Feature, Dark Poetry, Series, Short Stories, Supernatural Horror, Unexplained Occurrences, Unsettling Tales
I think it is the nostalgia that brings me back now that my brother has died, to that crumbling shack in the woods.
Now that he is gone I have nobody left. I feel drawn back to that place to shed the grief that cloaks me like a second skin; I want to lay my sorrow there to rot with the rest of our happy memories, now long dead.
...posted in: Short Stories, Unexplained Occurrences, Unreliable Narratives, Unsettling Tales
It started as a bruise, and before anyone tells me to go a hospital, my reply is: no. I’ve already done that. They’re not going to help.
...posted in: Short Stories, Supernatural Horror, Unexplained Occurrences, Unsettling Tales
I was just a little boy when mama’s teeth began to fall out. She told me that mine would do the same one day and soon. Them was my baby teeth she was mentioning and sure enough she was right.
...posted in: Dark Humor, Short Stories, Supernatural Horror, Unsettling Tales
None of us realized what we were getting into. David is the one who clicked on the post and decided we should play.
...posted in: Series, Short Stories
