Are you feeling it yet? That creepy spine tingling shiver that crawls up your back leaving your little hairs all electrified? Are you seeing shadowy figures in the dark corners of your house? Do they vanish as you gasp while swinging around towards the entity? Well, I am here to get you in the mood. For what? HALLOWEEN! Continue reading
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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.” Continue reading
Did I scare you Danny?
I learned about The Wilhelm Scream through Lame Adventures blog. Apparently a dude named Wilhelm screamed in a film back in the day and it became pretty darn famous. It has been reused in many other movies by foleys who drop in the sound effects.
I wondered if there was a famous gasp. The Lame Adventurer said she wasn’t familiar with the gasp.
“Gasp!” How could she not be familiar with the gasp! I don’t think I have gone through a day without gasping.
Gasp: a sudden intake of air expressing fright and freaking out everyone else around the aforementioned gasper. Often the gasp is followed by the clutching of one’s chest since a heart attack feels imminent. Continue reading
He had watched her for days.
Sheila crouched over her rose garden, preoccupied with the snipping of dead blossoms. She stood and stretched while running her hands along her lower back.
He slipped behind a tree as she crossed the yard.
After laying the shears on the garage workbench, she stepped inside the house.
He followed. Continue reading
October arrived at midnight like a blanket of fog cloaking the twisted path. I woke to this first day with a rekindled primal need deep down inside my core. Lust and longing permeated my senses. I needed an adrenaline rush.
Flooded by memories and covered by goosebumps, I realized there was only one cure.
I had to make a list of my favorite spine-tingling thrillers of all time. Continue reading
With a deadline for a column looming, Samantha had writer’s block.
“See you tomorrow.” she said to her roommate Jack. Grabbing her loaded framepack, she pulled her blonde ponytail through the back of her ball cap.
“Have fun and be careful.” Jack tossed her cell phone to her.
“Don’t worry!” She slipped the phone into her jacket pocket and left the apartment.
She threw her pack in the back of her black Toyota and started the hour-long trip into the mountains. As she drove higher in elevation, the road narrowed. After a series of hairpin turns it ended altogether.
Samantha pulled over next to a grove of Aspens. She closed her eyes and inhaled the fresh pine fragrance.
Throwing the bulging pack over her shoulders, she started up the trail. Shadows crept across the path. Continue reading
She collapsed on the sofa, kicked off her red boots and threw the boat key on top of the coffee table. She remembered the movie Die Hard and dug her toes into the cool carpet. I need a drink. Continue reading
James hid it under a log hoping to forget, but the memory taunted him. He returned to work as if nothing had happened, but that cawing crow; it never left him alone. He could hear its call while he moved boxes in the warehouse. It glared with its beady yellow eye when he left the building. He cringed at the sight of its long haggard wings racing him home. Continue reading
Megan glanced out the window pane at a wren struggling against the blustery wind. Over-burdened clouds would soon spill their contents onto the parched landscape. A rumble of thunder rolled across the valley. Its vibration could be felt deep inside her. The smell of rain and mildew wafted into the tiny cabin. He should be back soon.
As Megan wiped up the bathroom, flashes of memories began taunting her. The realization shattered her mind into a million little pieces and she collapsed onto the bloody floor.
While raindrops pattered on the shallow grave, an outstretched hand burst from the muck.
Do you like cliffhangers or do you prefer clear cut endings?
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Becky scanned the strange surroundings, but had no memory of how she had arrived. A raven sailed overhead. She stood on an outcropping of rock and tried to shout for help above the din of the pounding water thundering from the rushing river below. Her small platform began to shoot skyward as it began to shrink. There was nothing to hold on to. Her heart raced. She lost her balance and fell. Down through the air, she plummeted towards the jagged rocks and raging river while she screamed.
“What the?” Splash! She fell from the raft into the swimming pool.
You may have missed this thriller from a couple of months ago… Is Anybody Home? - 100 Word Flash Fiction
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Have you ever had a fear of heights in reality or in a nightmare?