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// Sunday, October 30, 2016

Three Two-sentence Horror Stories (for Halloween) + 1 Bonus Story

My greatest struggle in life had always been fitting in with the world around me, because it was easier to be me and alone, than to be part of a group and feign interest and acceptability.

Funny the type of stuff that pops into your head when you've got eternity in a coffin.


Emily never cared for the sensationalized and exaggerated quality of so-called urban legends, especially those that were more gore and terror than clever and unsettling.

She quickly changed her mind when her car broke down on a dusty country road, on Halloween night, and a scarecrow with red eyes and a battle-axe leapt out of the cornfield on the other side of the road.


The over-sized jack-o-lantern looked particularly menacing in the middle of my living room, with its eerie green glow pulsing through missing chunks of its pumpkin flesh, and a bright red goo dripping from its pointy-toothed maw.

Too bad it was Easter, I hate Halloween, and I live alone.


Bonus Story

Every night for several weeks our passion for each other was fulfilled in complete and undifferentiated darkness, and she would not allow me see her, no matter how much I pleaded.

But she finally gave into my request and revealed herself to me by soft candlelight.

That's when I realized that the ghost I had been calling Josephina, was actually a Joseph.


Copyright 2016 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

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