Short Scary Stories

Daddy

Deadlines are the worst. The customer had been clear about one thing: the new website was going online at the end of the week, and he better made sure it was ready. Being a freelance web-developer could be tough, especially when you were buried under unrealistic expectations and a list ...

The Bath

Cindy loved long, hot baths. They were the best part of her day. There was nothing better than to soak your body in steaming hot water after a long, tough day at work. She considered the bathtub her happy place. It was here that she could calm down, take a ...

Love

Oh, the word love. What does it truly mean? Is it something that should be whispered easily, or should it be held back and only told during those few special moments? Eric thought about this, but he didn’t know anymore. The word love had lost all meaning, become part of ...

The Present

James Stirling was an odd man. He’d been married three times and fathered more than a dozen children. Yet, what love he’d shown at the outset of these relationships soon waned and went away. He wasn’t an abusive man, no; he was an indifferent man. All he seemed to care ...

The Mysterious Locker

“You ever heard about the mysterious locker?” “What locker?” Cindy asked. “Well,” Craig continued, “there’s supposed to be a locker here that makes people vanish.” “That’s bullshit, Craig, and you know it,” Jerry cut in. “Nah, man, I heard it from Thomas Wilkins!” “Thomas Wilkins’s a liar and you know ...

Transient Global Amnesia

Amnesia. A word most of us know, but few of us ever experience. It was a few hours ago. I got up like every other morning, but there was this strange lingering feeling in the back of my head. I couldn’t put it anywhere and went about my morning routine ...

The Video

Insomnia’s a bitch, John thought as he sat in front of his computer. It would be one of those nights... For a while, he browsed Netflix before he watched a few funny videos on YouTube. Before long he grew bored with funny fail compilations and silly jokes and he hit ...

Popping Pimples

It started as a habit, but has almost become a fetish. Popping pimples, that is. I love it. There’s a sort of twisted satisfaction to bringing forth the horrors that are hidden deep inside your own body. Whenever I find a big fat one, I almost can’t resist. Today, though, ...

Jerold’s Wait

Jerold was sitting in the same chair, at the same window, staring outside, waiting. The first snow was falling, and he remembered the time when he’d played out there with the neighborhood kids all those years ago. He remembered it so vividly that afternoon. The sun had been bright, just ...

Family Tradition

“... bent her over just like that...” “... made her squeal like a pig...” I rolled my eyes as dad and Roger bragged about their conquests. When they saw it, they both laughed. “It’s gonna be fine, baby brother,” Roger said, turning to me. A moment later, I felt dad’s ...

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