Each barricade improved their chances of survival, and many found solace in every corridor, staircase, window, and vent that was blocked. Continue reading ““Barricades ‘R’ Us””
“Barricades ‘R’ Us”
Overlooked.
Undercooked.
Tag: Demon
“Grab Afterlife by the Horns”
His shovel was ready.
He dreamed of his more leisurely pursuits.
“Voices in the Attic”
“Is someone up there?”
John pulled down the attic ladder. His children cowered behind him.
End of the Line: “The Haunted Caboose”
I wrote “The Haunted Caboose” in early 2017. This short story was later published in March of that year. Although the original remains online, this post consists of a recently reworked version of the original story.
Staying several steps ahead of her younger sister, Jessica periodically checked to confirm a matchbook remained securely in her back pocket. A full fuel can was slowly growing heavy in her left hand. She carried a golf club in the other.
“The Haunted Lawnmower”
A summertime nightmare.
His father scowled.
“So, you’re telling me that the lawnmower is haunted?”
“Realizations” (VSS XXIX)
A collection of very short fiction from my Twitter (@jojascully).
“Then what?” he asked.
“We wait,” she responded.
“What if the creature doesn’t come out?”
“We go under the bed after it.”
“In Loco Parentis”
Spare the planchette and spoil the child.
“Where are your parents?”
“My Mom and Dad went to check something in the attic a few days ago and never came back down.”
“I Warned You” (VSS XXV)
A collection of ominous short fiction from my Twitter account (@jojascully).
The mine shaft erupted in flames.
“Well, you found me,” Satan said pushing a drill out of the way. “Now, which way to the surface?”
“The Little Possessed Caboose”
Inspired by my favorite book as a child (“The Little Red Caboose That Ran Away”), this originally appeared with Workshop (defunct online journal of short fiction).
“We just don’t need you,” the railroader said. “We don’t need any cabooses.”
“Demons Come in All Forms”
Evil knows no bounds.
I doubted the entire experience – but this was no dream.
“First things first,” Cozy Truck snarled, “get me out of this yard.”
A Visit to the Idea Factory 