Bedtime Stories – 125 Word Flash

Kassandra slipped under the comforter. As she drifted off, a thought pulled her back. “Did I lock the back door? Oh, he’ll be home soon.”

A few hours later, she heard heavy footsteps. Her heart pounded. She peeked out from under the covers. A man wearing a black hoody ripped through their room. He emptied her jewelry box into a pillow case.

She awoke from the nightmare.

Her heart banged away as relief flooded her body. Then she inhaled the foul odor of rotting flesh.

Something weighted her down. “Dammit Jack! Get off me!” Kassandra pulled the covers off her head. Two black eyes set in a pale face bore holes into hers. She screamed.

“Jack won’t be coming home,” he hissed through yellow fangs, “ever.”

Have you ever awakened in the middle of the night with the feeling that you forgot to lock the doors?

62 thoughts on “Bedtime Stories – 125 Word Flash

  1. I read that this is your take on a vampire. Agreed. Vampires were nasty creatures. This is the real Edward Cullen. LOL!!! Okay, sorry for that crack. I really loved it! I was thinking wolf when I read it though. You surprised me with vampire. I like being surprised. :D

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    • I decided while writing the ending that it should be Halloweeny!
      Exactly what I was thinking. After drinking all that blood, they should have pretty nasty breath right???? Hahaha!
      Thanks Debra!

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  2. Bet she’d rather have the burglar in the hoodie! What is that creature – werewolf, zombie, or what? Did it kill Jack, or did it used to be Jack? You know it’s a good horror story when you cringe away and want more all at the same time!

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    • Hahaha! This is my first crack at vampires and I just saw them as being nasty creatures and not the hot boys of Twilight…although it might have been fun to explore what she would have thought if she woke to some super stud laying on top of her! :)

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  3. Susie – With your talent – you could hang out at The Hogsbreath Inn in Carmel and people would pay you for these terrific chilling stories. I can easily imagine myself on the outdoor patio with the fireplace going and friends all around – passing the always generous basket – all the while waiting for one more of Susie’s stories. The more we drank in those days gone by – the more generous the money going into the basket. Oh, the fun of it all. There’s always the background noise of the surf, a Bach sonata somewhere, and twinkling lights strung through the trees – but once you left the comforting warmth of the patio bar – it was dark and the storyteller’s haunts would slip back into the mind.

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    • WoW! Thanks so much Sheri! I can only dream of your vivid and beautiful description and can hear that fire crackling! That would really be something. I love Carmel and would love to visit again sometime.

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  4. The thought of the smell of rotting meat emanating from the fang-filled jowls of an uninvited guest does not go well with the rice crackers I’m scarfing here at my desk at The Grind. What a pity Kassandra’s attacker didn’t swish some Scope first, but I suppose that is not a criteria in the Handbook of the Vicious Crazed Flesh-eating Beast (available for $6.95 in trade paperback edition on Amazon). Since my garret is about the size of Roxy’s paw print, I have never had that worry about locking my door that essentially hits me square in the face on a daily basis.

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  5. Susie i have found the main door open twice…dunno how i forgot it.it was not a nightmare that woke me up….just this nagging voice inside telling me to go and double check doors…
    Absolutely stunning fiction Susie. :)

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  6. Yikes! Noooo. But I have thought someone or something was in the room. The Black Mist. If you close your eyes, and go deep under the covers, The Black Mist loses its powers and goes away. Also, sunlight kills it. True story. :-)

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