Mild-Horror – Spook and Speculation

Harvest

Len Kean October 25, 2022 0 Comments

First Posted: Oct 25th, 2022 Last Updated: Oct 25th, 2022 Farmer Roland Watkins set the swather rolling forward, the blades slicing through the alfalfa with a satisfying snick, snick. The sweet scent of fresh cut hay filled the cabin, bringing a smile to the old man’s face. This was a good day. It would have been better, if this were the beginning of it not the end. Most of the day had been...

Watchman’s Log

M J Parker October 23, 2022 0 Comments

First Posted: Oct 23rd, 2022 Last Updated: Oct 23rd, 2022 Year One: June 14th Night had long since fallen when I stepped out of the stairwell and onto the deck. A bright waning moon beamed down from a star filled sky, burning through the wispy clouds that flitted across its face. The hot humid air weighed heavy on my lungs, like breathing through a wet blanket. Uncomfortable, but I knew by three...

A Pontiac In Phantom Gray

Len Kean October 27, 2020 0 Comments

Last Updated: 10/27/2020

Status: Completed

Part 1

It was a crisp autumn day when the moving van, stuffed to the very top, turned onto the long dirt driveway that led to the old farmhouse. From the car following behind, ten-year-old Rupert Laust shrugged out of his seat belt and leaned forward to rest his chin on the seat in front of him. In the rear-view mirror, his reflection perched between the heads of his parents as if he also sat in the front seat. Rupert didn’t want to look at himself. The sadness in his own eyes bothered him. Sliding closer to his mother, he looked out her side of the windshield.

To A Tee

M J Parker September 2, 2020 0 Comments

Jasper stood silently surveying the mangled mess that, yesterday, had been the metal frame of a new convenience store. The freak mid-spring storm that had blown through the night before, had left the structure twisted and broken. If he didn’t know better, and he did know better, he’d think a tornado had hit it. Now after weeks of hard work, the building looked like a Dali painting. Throw in...

Watcher In The Shadows

M J Parker July 1, 2020 2 Comments

The ship was dark. Not as dark as the space it drifted through, but what little lighting still worked in the interior was weak, casting feeble splotches here and there to illuminate the cabin. Not long ago, the ship had hurtled through space like a shooting star. That time had ended. The ship had slowed, and soon the light would go out entirely, plunging its occupants into darkness. The woman,...

Reflections

Evelyn June 26, 2020 0 Comments

Something’s wrong. A dull pain in my hip throbbed – the sharp edge of a rock was jabbing into me, but it was the thought that woke me up. Opening my eyes, I pushed myself into a seated position. Gravel crunched and cracked beneath me. The second I put weight on my right hand a jarring ache shot through my palm like electricity. Upon turning it over, I saw a large scrape on the pad of my...

The Book Man – Part 1

Len Kean June 23, 2020 0 Comments

Joe Snopes swung the Bookmobile through the church parking lot, careful not to circle too close to the line of children and adults who waited impatiently on the sidewalk. Already, ten people stood holding last week's treasure's ready to trade them in for a new batch. Joe waited until he had passed them to pull a face. A few more years and he could retire. If he survived that long without...

Before The Sun Was Up

Evelyn June 12, 2020 0 Comments

My mind felt clear as I ran. Feet clipping hard against the pavement and heart pounding in my chest, I felt peaceful, renewed. In the calm of the early morning, the only sound I paid attention to was the huff of my breathing and the splash of water underfoot. The air was bitter cold, pouring into my lungs like jagged ice - the only downside to going for a run before the sun was up. The path...

Intruder

M J Parker June 3, 2020 2 Comments

Amy stepped off the forest trail, creeping into the shadows of the looming trees. Leaves and twigs crunched beneath the soles of her hiking boots, the sound mingling with the song of the birds high overhead. Carefully she clutched a shoebox, neither letting it tilt to the left nor the right, keeping the creature inside quiet and safe from harm. When she felt she had gone far enough, she crouched...