A Letter from Teddy

Warning: graphic violence, strong language and mature themes

The following is a macabre tale of horror and a perverse comedy. A short piece of fiction exploring a darker reality.

I'm coming for you, Sully. 

I'm coming for you. Tonight. 

You won't see me coming, you won't hear me coming but you will know when I am there slitting your throat.

Cemetery Man

A flash-fiction prompt from the Mid-Michigan Prose and Writing Group workshop I lead. This one is based on three sequential one-minute prompts. Hope you like it.

Read Cemetery Man.

Fearsome Entity

It stood in the doorway as it did every night. I hid under the covers pretending to be asleep. It was dark out in the hallway, but the window in the stairwell let in just enough moonlight to create the eerie silhouette and the long shadow that it cast; the shadow which stretched out almost to the base of my bed. It was silent and unnaturally still just watching me while I peered at it through nearly closed eyes, squinting and hoping it would leave soon. It came by every night once my parents had gone to bed and I was alone and about to fall asleep. And each night it moved a little closer than the last. Tonight, it leaned almost all the way in through the door. Its hunched shoulders and long spindly limbs adding an extra menace to its lanky form.

For the first time, I saw something moving around near where its mouth would be - a dark sinuous shadow writhing and oozing out. The shadow moved like a snake extending along the floor getting longer and longer. I stayed still, like I did every other night hoping it would leave, but I knew tonight was going to be different. It started to move towards me taking the first step into the room. I wanted to scream out, but all I could do was lay there paralyzed with my skin cold and clammy with fear.

It will get me tonight.