Category: Stories


The time is 7:30 P.M. What?! How?! I think as I look around frantically for a way out. Something flashes to my right and then my left. I try to follow it with my eyes but it’s too fast. I spot something flash through my periphery as it gets closer. I go to move to a different spot but I can’t. I’m stuck.

The Ghost Next Door

The ghost ripped, tore, and yanked itself in the slowest, most gut-wrenching, gruesome way one could imagine. It skin tore like cheese from a pizza, its mouth opened so wide the corners started to tear, its chest split in half and revealed a beating heart doing the same, intestines leaked out and were sucked back in as if by a vacuum and black goo welled up and covered its insides.