“I am a ghost.”
“Really?”
“Where did you get that sheet?”
Humankind had never ventured this far into the unknown.
A single escape pod drifted listlessly through intergalactic space.
The creature struggled free from wet newspaper and slipped out onto the kitchen linoleum.
Dinner guests returned to the refrigerator for alcohol.
The door was left ajar.
“We know you’re angry over your death.”
Inexplicable difficulties at the extraction facility had resulted in a tentative abandonment.
Human presence on Mercury would cease.
“Only five percent of those treated will experience the undesired transformation.”
After custodians had thoroughly cleaned the examination room, a new cohort of patients was ushered inside.
The doctor followed. He hurriedly explained the merits of inoculation.
Originally written under a pseudonym as responses to a prompt from Nano Horror (@tweetsthecreeps) under #nHorror, these 2017 tweets are taunts sent from a fictitious Pittsburgh serial killer – “Steel City Slayer” – to the police and media.
“I sure am getting hungry.”
The wagon train raced through the pass, hoping to beat the snows.
Ancient icy volatiles reanimated the dead.
The unexpected eruption of Ahuna Mons destroyed the research installation on Ceres.
After years of research, scientists finally opened a gateway to another dimension.
A mission to the stars goes horribly wrong.
The shuttle was dissected for all salvageable materials.