365 Horror Shorts Vol. 2

  There I stood at the edge of the bed as I gazed down upon my dearest friend Jamie. I looked at her with gentle eyes as I stood unmoving. I loved her dearly. More than she would ever know. Could ever know. It was too late to tell her. too late to let her know how I felt. I wish I had more time with her. As I look down at her eyes resting gently on her unmoving face, I can't help but feel a tear streaming down my cheek. I'm reminded of how kind of a person she was. She was the kind of person to give someone money if they really needed it. She always made everyone around her feel seen, feel heard. And the way I remember her when there was a cute dog nearby. She'd be so full of life, running over and asking to pet the dog and seeing the dog climb to her leg and she'd pet and love on that dog. Those memories were beautiful. Memories I would never again experience with her. The room I stood in was surrounded by darkness, similar to how I felt inside. Hollow and empty....

  The night was cold as I sat in my room. I was alone and unaware of the horrors that lay before me as my stomach rumbled. It wasn't enough that I felt it but I could hear it gurgling through my headphones. The sound alone almost made me jump. Glancing down at my watch, I realized it was 9pm. Had I really been hooked on this game for that long? It was only 5:30 a few moments ago. As the hunger bore a hole through my stomach, I realized I needed to stand from my chair and stretch my legs. Upon standing, my legs felt like rubber. I stretched my legs and my back as I released a groan. I let far too much time get away from me. I needed to get out and get some fresh air. I threw on some socks and some shoes and walked out the door. As I walked down the stairwell, I patted my pockets. Did i just lock the door without taking my keys? Thankfully They were there. However, my keys and wallet were the only things on me. I must have left my phone on the desk. That didn't matter much....

 My sister and I huddled around as my grandmother pulled a book from her shelf of many stories. The book was a dark green and leather bound with gold trimmings and lettering that seemed to glow as the light hit it. My grandmother was a master storyteller and my sister and I were obsessed with each story she would tell. She once mentioned a challenge she had done many years ago. One where she attempted to collect a new story every day for an entire year! That must have been incredibly challenging. I can barely keep up with doing anything everyday for even a month. A year is insane. She called her collection three hundred and sixty-five horror shorts. I think she even mentioned getting this collection published. However, she had issues getting ahold of the person, or people, who wrote the stories. They are apparently incredibly hard to reach. Sometimes seeming to disappear off the face of the earth for months. But this writer's works, though fewer now, were always exciting to rea...

 Often times the longest days involve the darkest of nights. And as I sat in my car, smoking my cigarette, I pondered about life as my eyes were transfixed on the night sky. The stars sparkled in varying patterns, each spaced apart as if some grand design existed just to fill my eye with a moment of glee. As I got huffed the last portion of my cigarette, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. It was a shadow that seemed to effortlessly glide across the ground as whoever cast it walked through the park under the many streetlamps. I turned my head to further transfix my mind on the person. It appeared to be some guy in a hoodie. He had a hat on, possibly a beanie. He bobbed his head to some invisible beat as he walked. He made me feel uneasy in a way I couldn't quite describe. I tossed my cigarette butt out and rolled up the car window. I turned the key and my engine roared to life. I needed to get home. Glancing down at my car radio, I saw that it was nearly midnight...

 The static on the radio crackled over the sound of music as I pulled the chicken nuggets out of the oven. The static would come in and out, masking out individual words of the song as if it was a form of censorship. I took the chicken nuggets out of the oven and gently sat it down on the stovetop. I took the oven mitts off and twisted the knob on the oven to turn it off. I had to back away from the kitchen for a few moments to escape the intense heat. As I left the kitchen, I joined my baby in the living room. She had a cartoon running on the television that her eyes were transfixed to. She would laugh the cutest little baby laugh you'd ever hear. It was impossible not to crack a smile upon hearing it. It was adorable. As I waited for the chicken nuggets to cool, I plopped down next to my child. Her name was Charlie. We named her after her grandfather. We just wished he could have seen her before he passed. It hadn't taken long before her show had ended. I could hear h...

 Do you ever feel like you're being watched? Even when there's nobody around. You're all alone in the dead of night. In a room where there are no windows, no cracks between the doors. There's no way someone could be watching you, as there is no way anyone could be peering in. And you're the only person in said room. It makes no logical sense, and yet you still feel that pair of eyes burning into your skin. Well, you can throw away that entire concept. See, even though it may seem impossible for someone to be watching you, I have still found a way. I stand still and wait in anticipation as you stare blankly at your phone. Your brain has turned off for the night. Emptying it even further as you scroll on to the next piece of blind entertainment. If you'd only turn your gaze just ever slightly higher than your phone, you might see the glistening of my eye through the crack in the door. If you were only a little more attentive, you might hear my breathing agains...