Suicide Forest and Shadeylight

Posted in News with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 4, 2015 by David Watson

23570089It’s hard to explain the human mind. Why are we drawn to places that have a history of death and that people say is cursed. Why would anyone want to go camping in a place called Suicide Forest? Perhaps it’s for a thrill or just to see a place that most people are terrified to go to. Suicide Forest by Jeremy Bates is a psychological horror story that looks at people’s fascination with death, why people commit suicide, the hardships of life, friendship and love.

The story is fairly simple, it follows a group of five people on their way to climb Mount Fuji in Japan. Their trip gets rained out, they meet two other hikers and decide to camp in Suicide Forest instead. Suicide Forest is a real place where hundreds of Japanese citizens go each year to commit suicide. The forest has a dark history, the area is considered cursed and is associated with demons in Japanese mythology. The place contains rocky caverns, trees twisted into strange formations and is absent of wildlife. The seven campers are hoping to see a ghost or perhaps a body but they get far more than they bargained for.

The thing I admired about Suicide Forest was that this is a book that didn’t have a lot of action until the end but still managed to keep me interested. I found the characters so intriguing that I couldn’t put it down. Even the characters that aren’t in the book long have fascinating back stories. This is a psychological horror story which explores some deep subjects in a horrific setting. As dark as it is it actually has some funny moments as well, such as when the campers talk about the quickest ways to die. It’s a heavy topic but even in a hard situation I felt this scene added realism because even in a life threatening situation you would make light of it to deal with the horror all around you.

This book is light on action but big on suspense. The reader is constantly left with a feeling of unease because you’re not quite sure what’s happening until the end. The only thing you know for sure is that entering the forest was a bad idea and all the characters seem to turn on each other at one point. This book made me think of The Blair Witch Project with the exception being that this takes place in what is believed to be a real haunted setting.

There were several things I loved about this book.  I liked how it looks at Japanese culture and how the setting is described. From reading this book I felt like I had visited the Suicide Forest myself. I also liked the discussions in this book on why people commit suicide, with some saying they understand it and others saying they don’t. I also loved when one of the minor characters makes a revelation about death that’s hard to disagree with. This is also reflected well in the end of the book when you see that two of the main characters are forever changed by the experience they had with one feeling one way and the other being at the opposite end of the spectrum. If you want to know what I mean read the book and find out, you won’t be disappointed.

24549934Another book I want to talk about is Shadeylight:Vella The Virgin Vegan Vampire by J.K. Elemenopy  with a little help from Kimberly Steele. This book answers the question of what would happen if 50 Shades Of Grey and Twilight were able to mate and have a love child. Shadeylight is the answer to that question and a very good parody of both best-selling books. This is a story that’s all told from a first person viewpoint of a self obsessed college age girl who wants nothing more than to protect her no no and promote the vegan lifestyle.

Vella is a proud virgin and the subject of many men’s fantasies. She attends the local community college and wants to be a writer. Everything changes when she meets billionaire Xavier Cash who just happens to be part unicorn/part vampire. Vella is not your average girl though, she has a secret that she is not fully aware of and also has split personalities. Vella constantly has to deal with her perverted inner goddess and overbearing vegan subconscious. To make matters even more complicated she has another man who is interested in her named  Jean-Pierre La Fine.

This is the kind of book that you don’t get because the story looks good, this is the kind of book you get because you think that with a title like that it has to be entertaining. Shadeylight is a pretty funny read and this is coming from a person who would never dream of reading Twilight or 50 Shades Of Grey. Despite not knowing the source material, I’ve heard enough about both books where I got all the references and all the gags.

Nothing is off-limits in this book, it makes fun of everything including a scene where one of the characters makes fun of the author of the book. It makes fun of self obsessed writers, bad writing and it looks at how hypocritical people can be. My favorite scene was when Vella and Xavier go to a  Hotties Anonymous meeting. Who knew that people who are beautiful get discriminated against because of the chronic condition of being hot. Shadeylight also has some strange sex scenes that would make 50 Shades Of Grey look like a G rated movie.

Shadeylight is more than just a goofy parody though. This is a story that is using humor to put forth a message about going vegan while showing how silly some books that are considered popular can be. At the same time it still doesn’t take itself seriously. Who can resist a book that has Bacon trolls, sex with Cthulu and a vampire with serious mommy issues. That’s just the tip of the iceberg.  Shadeylight is one bizarre read that you don’t want to miss.

 

SUBMISSION CALL: ONCE UPON A SCREAM

Posted in News with tags , , , , , , on July 3, 2015 by Emerian Rich

SUBMISSION CALL: ONCE UPON A SCREAM
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“Happily ever after” is for children. This book prefers to evoke the grim warnings of our oldest fables. We are seeking frightening fairytales, fables, and folklore. We want to feature your own new tales or new takes on old classics. Stories of seelie and unseelie alike. Are the things that go bump in the night there to help or harm us?

Submitted stories should deal with fairies or fairy tale settings, and must also be considered horror, evoking a classic fear and dread reminiscent of the fables of old. If you are submitting a new take on a classic fairy tale, the original story and characters must be in the public domain. The setting can be our world in the past, present, or future, or a fictional setting, or the exploration of both. Stories must be Gothic, Horror, Steampunk, Gaslamp Fantasy, Dark Fantasy, Horror Romance, or have a horror element of some kind.

Manuscripts Format:

  1. Font either Courier or Times New Roman.
  2. Double spaced, font size 11 or 12 point.
  3. Your manuscript must be in either DOC or RTF format.
  4. 1st page header to state: author name, mailing address, email address, and word count.
  5. Following pages header to state: author name, story name, and page number.
  6. In the body of the email, give us:
    1. 100 words or less bio about you.
    2. One sentence explaining the story attached. Your elevator pitch.
  7. In the subject of the email state: ONCE UPON A SCREAM/Author Name/Story Title
  8. Send to: horroraddicts@gmail.com

No previously printed work and no simultaneous submissions.

Deadline: October 31st, 2015, 11:59pm PST
Length: 2,000-8,000 words, ideal length 5,000
Payment:$5.00 USD + digital contributor copy
Return time: Final decisions will not be made until AFTER the submission close date (10/31/15). You should expect a return within 3 months of the submission close date. If you do not receive an email stating your manuscript was received within two weeks of submission, please send a polite query to: horroraddicts@gmail.com

For any other questions, please send an email to:horroraddicts@gmail.com

Wicked Women Writers Challenge & Masters of Macabre Contest – VOTE NOW!

Posted in News with tags , , , , , , , , , on July 2, 2015 by Emerian Rich

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Press Release: Turning Face: A Tale Of Horror, Comedy & Wrestling

Posted in News with tags , , , , , on July 1, 2015 by Horror Addicts Guest

turningface copyTurning Face, a new novella by Terry M. West, is the story of Tojo Smith, an undercover hate demon whose job involves creating hatred in the fans of a local wrestling promotion near Fort Worth, Texas. Portraying the masked heel known as the Crimson Demon, Tojo’s job is suddenly endangered when the fans begin to cheer his devilish antics. Soon after, Hell intercedes and Tojo finds himself on a mission to restore this imbalance before he faces the wrath of Satan himself!

“This is a story that has been knocking around in my head for a long time,” Terry revealed. “Wrestling was a fixture in my youth. I grew up in Texas and I watched a ton of World Class Championship Wrestling in the Fort Worth area. My heroes were the Von Erichs but I always had a soft spot for the heels (bad guys). The Freebirds, Macho Man Randy Savage, Ravishing Rick Rude… these guys entertained the hell out of me. They were the most interesting characters I had ever encountered. They did all of the hard work and had excellent mic skills. I think it is hard to make people despise you on that kind of level.”

And though Tojo Smith is a demon, West insists that he may be the most sympathetic character he has ever given life to. “Tojo is referred to as Eden-born. What this means is that he was born on earth. His parents are two pit demons, disguised as humans, who conceived Tojo topside. As a result, Tojo feels very alienated. He is just a lonely spectator, trying to figure humans out. But he also has no connection to Hell. He is an orphan, caught between two worlds and it is very difficult for him.”

Turning Face has its moments of humanity, but it is definitely a horror tale with a gory finale that defies description. “There is a lot going on with this novella,” West explains. “There’s humor, but not the slapstick kind. There is a lot of wrestling. The tale builds to a pretty gruesome third act. But I will say that Turning Face is the most original thing I have ever created. It is a love letter to old school wrestling and horror/comedies of the 80s.”

Turning Face: A Tale of Horror, Comedy and Wrestling! will be available FridayJune 12th as a Kindle e-Book with a paperback edition to follow shortly after. Here is a universal book link where you can reserve a copy: myBook.to/babyface

Horror Addicts Guide to Life Author Spotlight: Garth Von Buchholz

Posted in News with tags , , , , , , on June 30, 2015 by David Watson

unnamed (1)Garth Von Buchholz writes poetry and essays and has been featured on the Horror Addicts podcast before. For Horror Addicts Guide To Life  Garth wrote two articles, One is called “Vincent and Me” which is about the time that Garth got to meet Vincent Price. The other one is called “How To Become An Immortalized Author Like Poe” where Garth gets into how you can become as well-known as Edgar Allan Poe. To read Garth’s articles along with several other articles on living the horror lifestyle, pick up a copy of Horror Addicts Guide To LifeRecently Garth was nice enough to tell us what he likes about horror:

What do you like about the horror genre?

I like how the core of the horror genre is metaphysical. Horror stories or films are modern myths about something that terrifies your very soul, and they may or may not involve actual violence and death. For example, to a person who is claustrophobic, being locked into a confined space is horrifying, even though that scenario may not end in their death. And there’s a difference between horror stories and real life horror. The tortures, rapes and beheadings in the Middle East right now are just horrible — brutal, tragic and inhuman — but they are not “horror stories” until they are mythologized, e.g. as a tale about how a spirit of evil is at work in our world.

What are some of your favorite horror movies, books or TV shows?unnamed (2)

Everything by Poe. He’s the master. And I’m a fan of William Peter Blatty (Bill, why haven’t you responded to my fan letter?). I love The Exorcist and Legion, the novel that the Exorcist III film was based on. You know, I met Linda Blair in person at a film festival and she looked great and was really cool. Also, I have mad love for another lesser known William Peter Blatty novel and film: The Ninth Configuration.

Although I’ve read many Stephen King novels, I’m a huge fan of The Stand, so I’m excited about the upcoming movie trilogy. As for TV, I’m not into zombies and The Walking Dead, but I’ve read and watched The Game of Thrones series, which has some chilling horror elements…dragons, torture chambers, whitewalkers. Okay, I guess the whitewalkers are zombies.

In what way do you live the horror lifestyle?

On my Twitter it says I’m “goth by birth” because of my German name and background. But in addition to my outwardly gothic clothing and tattoos, I meditate on the Latin words “Memento mori” (“Remember death”). Even on the sunniest of sunny days when the birds are singing arias, I am constantly aware of the horrors unfolding elsewhere in this world. With that, I keep things in perspective.
unnamedAnother thing to mention — Edgar Allan Poe is an important influence in my horror lifestyle. I’ve been closely associated with the late Mr. Poe, partly because of my work on the Edgar Allan Poe 200 Project in 2009 and partly for my social media content on Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/ieaps) and Twitter (http://twitter.com/EdgarAllanPoe). In 2012, I was interviewed about Poe by the Washington Post (http://www.washingtonpost.com/entertainment/raven-cusack-try-to-capture-edgar-allen-poe-in-way-other-films-failed-to-do/2012/04/25/gIQAyLUNjT_story.html) and I continue to network with the Raven’s followers worldwide.
What are you currently working on?
In some ways I would like to be that person who writes inspiring poetry that gets repinned all over Pinterest, but my verse tends to be quite dark. This year, I’m writing more poetry because I want to publish a collection of new verse. And I’ve never written a novel before, but I started working on a strange novella called Overture that incorporates some very personal memories and even alludes to other stories or poems I have written. Then there’s my Poe-related performance art project. I’m going to be recording and publishing a reading of Poe’s The Raven because after studying it for many years I realized it’s not just a poem, it’s a dramatic monologue.
Where can we find you online?
My literary website is http://vonBuchholz.com and links to most of my social media pages are at http://About.me/vonBuchholz.  I’m not hard to find. Many of my works of poetry, fiction and non-fiction are available online, including anthologies such as Horror Addicts Guide to Life or my book of poetry, Mad Shadows. Sometimes when one of my works goes out of print I will even republish it myself to make it available again.

Grant Me Serenity — Paul

Posted in News on June 28, 2015 by veryuniqueusername

GMS

 

Five points.

That is what it takes to make a pentagram.

A basketball team.

That’s all it takes to stave off the worst of the demons, she said.

At least five people, she said.

Hey guys, I’m Paul, and I’m an addict. Normally I tell you a bunch of things that you want to hear, or that you expect to hear. Whichever it is, nothing I’ve told you has ever done more than touch the truth. Some bits are true. My girlfriend is the reason I’m here. The same could be said for many attendants of twelve step groups. Her motives are entirely selfish though. She figures, by sending me here, our extracurricular activities can be absolved, leaving us free to commit further atrocities.

The best way I can think of to describe her is as a philandering husband confessing his infidelities at every Mass. He exits into the bright Sunday afternoon, his slate wiped clean of this week’s sin, and drives his wife and children home. As he pulls into his driveway, he suddenly remembers several emails he was supposed to have sent Friday afternoon. His family clambers from the car, the kids run to the house yelling and his wife kisses him goodbye. An hour, maybe two, he says. She smiles and nods, her attention already on the holy hell the kids are wreaking inside. He reverses down the driveway and heads downtown, already horny in anticipation of the fuck he’s going to get from his secretary.

I met my girlfriend when she was nineteen, and already well on her way to full psychosis. What can I say, she appealed to the side of me I had never indulged. Before I knew it, we were doing it everywhere. It had started as furtive meetings in dark places with fumbling, sticky engagements and a hurried attempt to hide any evidence in the face of reality. Soon it mushroomed like a nuclear cloud into haphazard trysts in which our indiscretions were sometimes only hidden from public eye by fractions of a second. We would do it in broad daylight, in front of someone if she thought she could get away with it, and it was never difficult to get me to go along. If I was feeling particularly stubborn she would just scream and sometimes she would hit me. I would give in. After all, I thought I loved her. But now I can see she was using me. Small as she was, she could never have done what we did alone. I always forgave her for abusing me, because she always forgave me for making her do it. Big of her.

After a while, we had enough close calls to convince her it was in our best interests to return to the dark, and this time, to retreat to seclusion for our fun. I wholeheartedly embraced this, never having relished the exhibitionism in which she seemed to revel. I never considered the effect solitude would have upon her. She became an animal, vicious and increasingly perverted in her desires. I would occasionally watch her, wondering who she had been before some hellish circuit had been connected inside her head to make her the creature I thought I loved. Then she would look at me that certain way and I would cease to wonder, falling back under her spell, to continue being used until I awoke with a mouth which tasted red and a hangover in my head. But of course, it was my job to clean up while she slept the clock around.

Around this time, she had turned to devil worship, which is what prompts me to insist we sit in a pentagon. Five points. That’s all it takes to ward off the worst of the demons, she said, and whether or not it’s true, it can’t hurt. Who knows, they could be after me. I went along with her, no longer drinking virgin blood just for fun, but in the name of Satan(I jokingly referred to him as the Dark Lord Stan once and earned a withering glare), and chanting gibberish while crouched around a fire. I didn’t mind. I still got my fix, and still got my fix of her.

Until she brought my sister to serve us both.

That’s why I’m here tonight and why I’m a bit late and likely smell a bit gamey. I came home from work with the intention of dismembering someone, taking a shower and joining you all here tonight. I hadn’t counted on my girlfriend greeting me in her play clothes and escorting me to our playroom where my sister lay, unconscious and bound in the customary position, ready to begin our games. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve bitched about my siblings as much as anyone, and there was never a lot of love lost between me and Sally. But there had been a lot more love lost between me and my girlfriend, and as I said, I was in the mood to dismember someone.

“So since I was late, and disturbed Jerry’s sharing by my untimely arrival,” I finish, beaming around at my friends, “next week, coffee and doughnuts, on me!”

MMM Challenge #2: Miss Fortune

Posted in News on June 26, 2015 by Horror Addicts Guest

*~*Judging panel has not altered/edited this text.*~*
*~*Text is posted as sent by the author.*~*

 

MISS FORTUNE

 

By Rish Outfield

 

 

EXT. SMALL TOWN STREET – NIGHT

 

A young couple, TARILYN and GEOFFREY, walk along the cobblestones, bickering and laughing. In the distance, the sound of a festival can barely be heard.

 

TARILYN

You just made that up.

 

GEOFFREY

(laughing)

I swear, that’s where the word “geek” came from.

 

TARILYN

No, it’s from the Sixties, like “hippie.”

 

GEOFFREY

You’re thinking of “nerd.” That’s from the Sixties. “Geek” has been around since, like the Eighteen Hundreds.

 

TARILYN

I think you’re lying, but I’m willing to let it go.

 

GEOFFREY

That’s the difference between us. What do you want to do now?

 

TARILYN

I dunno. It’s your pick, Geoffrey.

 

GEOFFREY

Okay. Let’s go back to the motel and watch TV.

 

TARILYN

How boring are you? We’re out, in a strange city, and you don’t want to do things? I didn’t get all dressed up to watch television.

 

GEOFFREY

Alright then, let’s go somewhere and fool around.
TARILYN

I didn’t get all dressed up just to take it off again.

 

EXT. SMALL TOWN EMPTY STREET – NIGHT

 

GEOFFREY

Tarilyn, did we take a wrong turn? Where are all the people?

 

LITTLE GIRL

Hey there, strangers.

 

TARILYN

Oh! You startled us. Hello, sweetie.

 

GEOFFREY

Hey, little girl. Are you lost, or is it us?

 

LITTLE GIRL

Tell you your fortune? Take a step inside.

 

GEOFFREY

No thanks, kid.

 

LITTLE GIRL

Afraid of a glimpse of your future, mister?

 

GEOFFREY

We’re on vacation.

 

LITTLE GIRL

How about you, pretty lady?

 

TARILYN

How much?

 

LITTLE GIRL

Twenty dollars. But for you, ten.

 

GEOFFREY

I’ll save you the money. Tarilyn, I see jet lag, massive credit card bills, and an unhappy return to work next week in your palm.

 

LITTLE GIRL

I don’t read palms. I read the Tarot.

 

TARILYN
YOU’RE the fortune teller?

 

GEOFFREY

What are you, eight?

 

LITTLE GIRL

I am ten, and I have a special gift.

 

TARILYN

Oooh, let’s do it.

 

GEOFFREY

What? Are you serious?

 

LITTLE GIRL

Step right in here, sir and madam.

 

TARILYN

Alright.
GEOFFREY

Oh, come on.

 

INT. TENT – NIGHT

 

They enter a tent, and all outside noise is silenced.

 

LITTLE GIRL

I have on the table a special deck of the sacred Tarot, a way to peek into destiny.

 

GEOFFREY

Tare, you don’t believe in that stuff, do you?

 

TARILYN

As a matter of fact, I do.

 

GEOFFREY

(scoffs)

You believe in everything.

 

TARILYN

I didn’t believe you about the dudes who bite the heads off chickens.

 

GEOFFREY

I just can’t win.

 

TARILYN

I should’ve told you that before we started dating. Sorry.

 

GEOFFREY

Honey, I—

 

TARILYN

Shh, she’s dealing.

 

The sound of cards on a table can be heard.

 

LITTLE GIRL

The Hermit.

 

TARILYN

Yep, that’s you, Geoff.

 

LITTLE GIRL

The Hermit represents travel. Solitude. A transition. The end of something.

 

GEOFFREY
Big surprise. We are on vacation.

 

LITTLE GIRL

It is crossed by the Lovers.

 

TARILYN

Is that both of us, or just Geoffrey?

 

LITTLE GIRL

In this case, it signifies an unhappy choice for the Hermit.

 

GEOFFREY

Say, like, coming in to get my palm read by a kid?

 

LITTLE GIRL

(sad surprise)

Oh. A separation. One of you will leave. A happy union split in two, a crossroads reached, and the wrong turn taken.

 

TARILYN
Dammit, Geoffrey, I knew you were being distant.

 

GEOFFREY

When?

 

TARILYN

I felt it before, but I thought it was my imagination.

 

GEOFFREY
It is your imagination.

 

TARILYN
All I needed was a sign. And here it is.

 

GEOFFREY

Come on, this is bullshit.

 

TARILYN

You’re not going to leave me, Geoffrey. ‘Cause I’m gonna beat you to it.

 

GEOFFREY
It’s a joke, Tare, a scam. It doesn’t mean anything.

 

TARILYN

Yeah? Neither do you!

 

She stomps out. He is now alone with the kid.

 

GEOFFREY

This night just keeps getting better.

 

LITTLE GIRL

Whoops. There she goes.

 

GEOFFREY

Why would you do that? I’ll be lucky if she lets me in our hotel room.

 

LITTLE GIRL
I just laid the cards as they wanted to be laid.

 

GEOFFREY

You’re a real help, kid. In the future, if you want a big tip, tell people they’re gonna live forever, that their love is perfect and one in a millio—

 

LITTLE GIRL

Wait, you don’t have to pay me, mister. Let me make it up to you.

 

GEOFFREY

How? Explain to my girlfriend that tarot cards are less reliable than fortune cookies?

 

LITTLE GIRL

Come on.

 

EXT. SMALL TOWN EMPTY STREET – NIGHT

 

They go outside. The only sound that can be heard is a nightbird and their footfalls.

 

GEOFFREY

(calling)

Tarilyn!

(beat)

She’s gone. I don’t even know which way the hotel is. I can’t remember how we got here.
LITTLE GIRL

You’ve been drinking.

 

GEOFFREY

A little, yeah. But that doesn’t mean–

 

LITTLE GIRL

I can help you get back.

 

GEOFFREY

I don’t . . .

(sighs)

Oh, alright.

 

LITTLE GIRL

Follow me.

 

GEOFFREY

Do you know the Royal Chidister Hotel?

 

LITTLE GIRL

Oh yeah, everyone knows that one. Nice rooms.

 

GEOFFREY

Wait, where did everybody go? There was dancing, music, people everywhere.

 

Silence.

 

GEOFFREY

I thought this city never went to sleep.

 

LITTLE GIRL

Tourists, maybe. The locals are all indoors tonight.

 

GEOFFREY

They are? Why’s that?

 

LITTLE GIRL

Have you ever heard of the Raw Head?

 

GEOFFREY

They were an Eighties metal band, right? Man, they sucked.

 

LITTLE GIRL

It’s a creature, mister. Rawhead and Bloody Bones, a story people tell.

 

GEOFFREY

(distracted)

A story.

 

LITTLE GIRL

A scary story. And maybe more than a story.

 

GEOFFREY

Is that the main street? It seems too dark.

(beat)

Right or left?

 

LITTLE GIRL

Left.

 

GEOFFREY

(muttering, nervous)

You ought to be careful, out here by yourself, you know?

 

LITTLE GIRL

Years ago, there was an old woman who lived here, when this was all forest. She lived by herself, but she had pet pigs. She loved the pigs.

 

GEOFFREY

Right. Who doesn’t?

 

LITTLE GIRL

But the townspeople wanted a feast for their war celebration, so they caught some of the pigs, slaughtered them, had a big banquet.

 

GEOFFREY

Is that what all the buffets were about today and yesterd—

 

LITTLE GIRL
Yes. But what the villagers didn’t know was that the old woman was a witch. She was furious when she found out. And she cast a magic spell on the remains of her friends the pigs.

 

GEOFFREY

Oh, I saw this once. Disney movie.

 

LITTLE GIRL

The bones and meat and uneaten flesh came to life and began to walk around.

 

GEOFFREY

If it bit the heads off chickens, I’m going to be somewhat impressed.

 

LITTLE GIRL

Not chickens, mister. But you’re on the right track.

(beat)

It was hungry to put a little fat on its bones.

 

GEOFFREY

(laughs)

You gotta tell my girlfriend this story when we get back. I like history alright, but she just loves ghost stories and internet rumors and you know, Di Vinci Codebreakers and conspiracies.

(beat)
I wish she was here now.

 

LITTLE GIRL

Well, the Rawhead, as folks called it, was too awful to look at, too obviously a monster, so its mother cast another spell before she died, that the Rawhead could choose to look like whatever it wanted. That made hunting a lot easier.

 

GEOFFREY

And let me guess: tonight is the anniversary of the night the monster was born. Something everybody in the town knows about and celebrates? Tamilyn would love this!

 

LITTLE GIRL

Turn right here.

 

GEOFFREY

Wow, it’s creepy to see the streets abandoned like this. I hope Tamilyn made it back okay.

 

LITTLE GIRL

Oh, I’m sure she’s fine.

 

Their footfalls are loud and echoey on the cobblestones. Geoffrey’s breathing gets louder.

 

GEOFFREY

I can’t believe nobody would be out walking around. It’s . . . unsettling, you know?

(sighs)

So, kid, all the people really believe this story?

(beat)

Do you believe in the Rawhide?

 

LITTLE GIRL
Raw head. I do.

 

GEOFFREY

Uh huh.

(spooked)

Well, maybe we, uh, should talk about something else.

 

EXT. SMALL TOWN EMPTY ALLEY – NIGHT

 

A dog barks somewhere. But no other sound.

 

GEOFFREY

So, how long have you been telling fortunes?

 

The footfalls stop.

 

GEOFFREY
Hey, wait a minute. This isn’t the right street. It just ends at that wall.

 

LITTLE GIRL

It’s fine. Look.

 

GEOFFREY

What? What am I looking at?

 

LITTLE GIRL

Look . . . at me.

 

GEOFFREY

What do– My god, what’s that on your face?

 

LITTLE GIRL

My face.

 

GEOFFREY

N-no. You didn’t look like this before. Your eyes are . . . your teeth . . .

 

LITTLE GIRL

(amused)

Go ahead and say it. From the fairy tales.

 

GEOFFREY

Wh-what?

 

LITTLE GIRL

You know . . . what big teeth you have.

 

GEOFFREY

Help! Somebody help me!

 

LITTLE GIRL

Ah well.

 

The man screams, but it is cut very short. Crunch crunch. Squirt squirt.

 

The creature laughs, the combination of a child, a pig, and something else.

 

The End

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