I think I was ten when I found the spider living in our garage. I remember staring at it for hours. The beautiful web it had woven glistened in the sun that shone through the small glass window. The large hairy body waited in the centre, silent and majestic. Curious I touched one of the silk strands, the spider then pouncing, expecting to find a meal. I withdrew my hand quickly as the spider searched for the intruder in his little world. My heart thumped with excitement. Within a minute, he’d returned to the middle. Back on guard duty, his fine legs holding onto the gossamer threads patiently, on stand by for the next vibration to signal his chance. Read more »
When my old friend from school, Eric, phoned the house, I was more than shocked. To think he remembered the number. I’d changed my cellphone many times since I last spoke to him. Read more »
We were the last people left in the campsite. The more I thought about that, the more petrified I was to hear just the faintest noise from outside. My sleep was broken and when I did awake, I swore it was because I heard something. Read more »
It was a ritual of sorts. We’d arrive home after a dog walk, and Scruffy would scratch at Mrs Hampton’s door. I’d open it and let him in. I’d return to my apartment, down the hall, after thirty minutes or so, I’d hear those scratches on mine, and I’d let him in. However, over the last week, I fell out with Edith. Read more »
I told my wife I had a surprise for her the week before Christmas. She asked if it could wait until the day, but I said no, this couldn’t. Read more »
I’d been digging at it for twenty minutes, but the little bastard wouldn’t come free. I plunged the tweezers into my palm even further in an attempt to remove the splinter that was bothering me so. I saw it grasped in the tips of the tool, but as much as I pulled the damn thing wouldn’t budge. I took a tissue and wiped away the blood before trying again. Read more »
Ghost Rock, Utah isn’t much more than a rock. When my wife and I stopped there for a rest, the sun was beginning to set. Sarah used the restroom, while I stretched my legs outside the car. We were traveling to the national park to camp for a couple of days, before visiting family. Ghost… Read more »
Buying a house at an extremely discounted rate because the previous occupants were murdered may not sound like a wise idea. Especially if the house still looks like the crime scene that was inspected just months earlier. But prime real-estate in the centre of London is worth its weight in gold. I suspected if the estate had bothered to clean, then there would have been more buyers and the price would have risen through the roof. However, blood stains and the smell of death put off even the most forgiving buyer. Read more »
When I saw the woman in the middle of the road appear to swat thin air, I recognised it immediately – schizophrenia.
I approached her, she turned, her face distorting horribly. Read more »
“Be ever so quiet, son,” my dad said to me in a whisper. Read more »
When I told my friends I had guns in my house, a couple of them were excited, the others not so much. The gang followed me home nervously. Read more »
When I found out my new girlfriend was pregnant, I was so happy; I moved in soon after. It was so fast, not something we had planned. On the twenty-week mark we went to the hospital for the scan. Read more »
My Dad died when I was ten. I was too young to understand what was happening. All I can remember was that my mum had to rush to the hospital and that my older brother was left to take care of me. I loved him, he being another ten years older than me meant that he was an adult and I always felt privileged to spend time with him. Read more »
When I saw the woman in the middle of the road swat thin air, I recognised it; schizophrenia. I approached her, she turned, her face distorting horribly, her hands waved me away.
Trying to find something for your significant other is hard. You can go for the easy win and get some jewellery and flowers, but that’s not going earn you any brownie points. Though, it won’t cause the evening to devolve into silence and arguing.
I work maintenance in a large high-rise office block. You have no idea the type of things I have been forced to clean. I’ve seen toilets that have been covered in shit that you’d need to be a gymnast to create. In another walk of life they may have entered it for consideration of a turner prize.
I’m unsure when I awoke, but it was the overbearing feeling of claustrophobia that returned me to consciousness. I struggled against my bindings. The dirty cloth jammed into my throat tasted bitter. I heaved, my breaths cut short by the makeshift gag. Read more »
“She’s awake,” I said to the man next to me.
“Did she take her tablets?”
We arrived in the ambulance and got out as quickly as we could.
“We need a neck brace and a stretcher,” said Rick.
“I’m on it,” Stuart replied.
“Do you forgive me?” I asked. She looked up and searched my eyes, before saying nothing and hanging her head. So much time had passed since I did those terrible things. They say time heals wounds, but just how much time is needed? I wondered what I could do that would change her heart; so… Read more »
I am a cop, and I am a woman. That shouldn’t be a big deal nowadays, but unfortunately, I am a small town cop, and a Sheriff’s daughter. Read more »
Chilling Tales for Dark Nights is a popular horror-themed audio storytelling series and YouTube channel produced by Chilling Entertainment, created in late 2012 by lifelong scary stories fanatic Craig Groshek, and produced by a multinational team of independent authors, sound designers, composers, illustrators and voice over artists. The series is known for its immersive high-quality… Read more »
“What colour do you want his eyes?”
“Blue, definitely blue.”
“Okay, what about the hair?”
We looked at each other and nodded. Read more »
I was nervous when a car finally stopped. I opened the back door and sat down.
“Oi mate, I’m not your chauffeur, get in the front seat,” the man said.
Reluctantly, I got out and repositioned myself in the passenger seat. It didn’t ruin my plans, but made it much more difficult. The man pulled away, one hand on the steering wheel and one in his lap, which he left as if his arm was lame. Read more »
I became an EMT to help people. I was never great with anything intellectual, but something about the adrenaline running through my veins switches my head into a different mode, it’s like I’m on autopilot, an out of body experience. I flew through my basic training, only five weeks before I was out on call. I was shocked at how little time it took them to get me out there. But to be honest, there’s a large need for EMTs in our state, it’s not a job people stay in for long. Read more »