Short Stories and Other Works of Fiction

My Wife Took a New Designer Drug Called Nocturnalia, Things Became Weird

“Don’t do drugs, kid, unless you want to have some fun.” That’s the first thing my wife Janet ever said me, giving me a wink. She promptly swallowed a little pill, and without another word, held one out for me. I made a dismissive gesture and off she went, back ...

There’s No Fucking Ghosts in That House!

“There’s no fucking ghosts in that house!” my boss, John, yelled. The victim of this newest tirade of his was Ed, my co-worker. I liked Ed. He was a good guy, if a little slow in the head. We’d all heard the noises, of course, Ed, me and even John ...

How to Crack a Vending Machine

Chance encounters are common, even in the middle of the night, or especially in the middle of the night. The man who taught me and my friend Sebastian how to crack vending machines, though, was anything but common. The two of us had gone out like usual, on a whim ...

The Wailing of Willow Way

Terrance Brown had always been in love with ghost stories. He would scour our town in search of any and all rumors regarding the supernatural. Yet, our town was small, tiny even, and its few inhabitants shared nothing resembling even the most normal rumors or urban legends. Ghost stories or ...

Premonitions

Premonitions. They always happen at the strangest time, and always out of nowhere. One second, everything’s all right, the next I witness something horrible. My friend Paul and I were sitting on his living room couch, having a few beers. Suddenly, his drunk face was replaced by an empty, blood ...

Paper Magic

Our annual village fair was always a magical place for me, but one year, I should witness some real magic. The fair wasn’t as big as others, but to a kid like me, it didn’t matter. A variety of stalls lined the road through our village. One of the local ...

Suitcase Land

What do you do with a room full of old, musty suitcases? That was the first question that came to my mind after I’d had a look through my late uncle’s estate. He’d recently passed away, and as his only living relative, his home fell to me by default. To ...

The Mysterious Key

I always loved the flea market in my city. It wasn’t so much that I needed anything; it was just nice to go there with friends. We’d have a look around at all the things available, have some beers and enjoy the weather. The best time to go was during ...

Old Thomas’ Hatchery

Beggars can’t be choosers, the old saying goes. I’d been unemployed for weeks, when I learned that old Thomas Maier was looking for help around his chicken farm. To be honest, I was weary. I never imagined myself working at a chicken farm, and I wasn’t looking forward to it ...

I Discovered Something Strange On My Old Sony Ericsson Phone

You know, throwing out old stuff can be strangely satisfying. A few days ago, I decided to give my cramped little apartment the good old once-over and throw out anything I didn’t need anymore. For years I’d succumbed to the strange habit of throwing nothing out. You never knew if ...

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