Kjerstan Munoz drove down a small dirt road that cut through the forest in a small little town nestled in Pennsylvania; it was nearing midnight and the only light that accompanied Kjerstan was the headlights.
Usually the moon accompanied Kjerstan on her drives home, but the treetops did a good job blocking it out. She was fresh out of high school, eighteen and worked nights in a tattoo pallor in the main stretch of town; an odd thing for such a small town to have, but you gotta keep up with the times.
Kjerstan hated driving home at night, alone. This was, through the woods, got shit reception on the radio, so she could not even have a DJ or a band for company, but this way, through the woods, was the quickest and easiest way for her to get h…Read more >
My boyfriend lives out in the boonies, the country; I don’t mind, I love the country. I love the pure darkness, the dead silence, I mean, who wouldn’t? You can watch a horror movie on the loudest volume and bother no one; and I mean no one. It’s really fucking great! One night, this particular night of the story, was All Hallows Eve. I never celebrated October 30th, only October 31st.
He was a tad worried about working that night, leaving me home alone with all the trouble. But I managed to persuade him I’d be fine. I put on the film All Hallows Eve, a great horror film. A tad scary, Art the Clown is terrifying. Good job filmmakers. It was on the story about the aliens, and a knock came upon the door; the moon had been hiding behind the can…Read more >
Dawn Butter had pulled into a little fill station in the desert; her car’s gas gauge needle was hovering right above the E- which for most driver’s stood for Evil or Expensive and not for Empty. Dawn knew she had a few good miles to go, 25, 50 at least, before the car would sputter to an unmovable stop and then she would be beating on the wheel, as if that would somehow, magically, move the car towards her destination, home.
She got out of her car, stepping a pumped foot out onto the dusty concrete below her. Dawn grabbed the pump and began to fill her car, watching the gallons filled and money numbers go up and up and up. Once she filled her gas tank, $56.00 later, she got back into her car. Before Dawn could even start her car, the attend…Read more >
Kayla was shaking in her sneakers; wishing she was at home, sipping on Southern and singing Marshall Tucker, rather than here. “There are probably more answers in there than there is out here.” Shades and shadows slithered over and around them, trailing wisps of damp air; the smell of sticky-sick blood, and the smell of decay stained the air.
They looked around for an open gate. Not one had a line or an employee. No one seemed to mill about front gate area. The five of them stared in disbelief at the main gate. Had Disney quarantined this area off? Had Dinny gotten in in time, before the quarantine? The wind now howled like a pack of wolves. “Call Dinny and ask how she got in!” urged Elizabeth, there was a little wildfire burning in her usu…Read more >
A dark haired couple sat on the foot of a hotel bed. “Are you sure your OCD is okay with you sleeping in a place as dirty as this?” asked the male. “I could keep driving, I’m sure we’d find another motel shortly.”
“My OCD is fine.”
“I think I may have caught some OCD from you,” he said. “This place is making me get the chills.”
“OCD isn’t contagious.”
“What kind of motel doesn’t even have rooms with TVs?” chuckled the male.
“We are out here in the country,” said the female. “Granted, Enterprise, Utah had a TV in their motel’s rooms.”
“Oak Glen is a map dot, unlike Enterprise,” said the male. He turned to the female, his wife. Enterprise, UT was her hometown. “No offense.” He fell back onto the bed. “This is the most uncomfortable bed I’ve ever b…Read more >