Day #10, Hide and Seek – by Elizabeth Averay Having exhausted every possible avenue to progress in the maze, I slump against the wall. After a moment I hear a soft snick and a scraping sound. Turning my head to the left I see a section of wall next to my head has moved toContinue reading “25 Days of Terror”
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25 Days of Terror
Day #9, Possession – by Elizabeth Averay I can’t believe she did it. She threw my phone out the window! We’re on my parents’ private plane and she just snatches my phone out of my hands and casual-as-anything opens the tiny window and tosses it out. Never mind we’re thousands of feet in the air,Continue reading “25 Days of Terror”
25 Days of Terror
Day #9, Possession – by Amber Averay The tiny little face, so peaceful and sweet in repose, was perfection. Button nose, rosebud lips, cheeks as rounded and soft as pillows – she’d never loved anyone as much as she loved this beautiful baby. Even the faint bluish smudges beneath his eyes were a work ofContinue reading “25 Days of Terror”
25 Days of Terror
Day #8, Nightmare – by Elizabeth Averay By morning the three teens in the waterlogged pit had screamed and shouted themselves hoarse. Visitors to the cemetery would look in curiosity and crack up laughing. One person at midday stopped, and asked, ‘What are you doing down there?’ The youngest, thirteen years old, piped up, ‘TheContinue reading “25 Days of Terror”
25 Days of Terror
Day #8, Nightmare – by Amber Averay The two boys – mid-teens – stood on the beach by the waterline, one knocking back a can of beer, the other drawing deeply on a cigarette. This time of year was stupid, their parents dragging them down here for the annual ‘fishing and catch-up’ get-together. The onlyContinue reading “25 Days of Terror”
25 Days of Terror
Day #7, Seance – by Elizabeth Averay Holding up the beating heart of the security guard for all the gathered satanists to see, their leader speaks in a slow, clear voice: ‘Lord Satan, our Master and Chief, hear our plea. We give you this unwilling soul as an offering of our devotion. Use this vesselContinue reading “25 Days of Terror”
25 Days of Terror
Day #7, Seance – by Amber Averay The hour was late, the cabin quiet, and Jen and her best friend, Eli, were relaxing in front of the crackling fire. ‘God, this feels so nice!’ she groaned, stretching out on the shaggy rug and almost purring from the delicious warmth. ‘We really shouldn’t wait so longContinue reading “25 Days of Terror”
25 Days of Terror
Day 6 Midnight For the fifth night in a row, he thought he heard something creeping up the back stairs, but every time he got up to look, there was nothing there. He was annoyed by it all, but everyone told him, old houses made weird noises, and he was just letting it get intoContinue reading “25 Days of Terror”
25 Days of Terror
Day #6, Midnight – by Elizabeth Averay A bell tolls in the distance. It must be midnight, the Witching Hour. Time for ghosts and ghouls to roam. A time when nightmares are at their scariest. For me, it’s the start of my work day/night. What do I do, you ask? I’m security for the localContinue reading “25 Days of Terror”
25 Days of Terror
Day #6, Midnight – by Amber Averay She crept out the window, moving as slowly and quietly as she possibly could. Lira had been on her best behaviour for the last few months, avoiding notice and sidestepping the trouble her siblings found themselves in; a sly ploy to put her parents at ease. Prove toContinue reading “25 Days of Terror”
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