by Russ Thompson | Feb 22, 2015 | Horror in a Hundred
Cold Soak by Thomas Kleaton The cow mooed, her udder full. “Never known it to get this cold in the mountains, Gracie,” Evelyn grabbed a frosty metal pail. “My sorry husband should be milking you but all he’s done in fifty years is drink. And hit. And kick the baby...
by Russ Thompson | Feb 21, 2015 | Horror in a Hundred
Lonely at the Bottom by Craig Peterson This is a lonely I could have never imagined. Alone with my thoughts. I wonder how long this will last, when or if they’ll realize the mistake they made. From inside I could hear what sounded like sobbing, or was it laughing? A...
by Russ Thompson | Feb 20, 2015 | Horror in a Hundred
Welcome to the Full Moon Salon! by Terrie Leigh Relf “It’s still all over my arms and legs, my lower back—even my, ah. . .er. . .other parts. I’ve tried everything! Depilatory cream, shaving. . .” The aesthetician handed me some wine, “tsk-tsked,” ushered me to her...
by Russ Thompson | Feb 17, 2015 | Horror in a Hundred
Last Night on Drury Lane By David Wing This was the second night it came to Drury Lane. He’d turned off his lamp and sat below the window, and could now see it, hovering above the chimneys across the street. Its wings barely moved and yet there it was, sitting...
by Russ Thompson | Feb 16, 2015 | Horror in a Hundred
Him By David Wing He sat there in the corner chair and watched. I could feel him, his eyes staring through the black and through the blanket that covered my body whole. I shivered and shook and later I would cry. The shadows that had lain languid across my bedroom...
