THE MARVEL SUPERHERO ON PARK STREET

I was walking by a large Victorian house on Park Street when from up on the top floor balcony I heard someone calling out. I turned to see a girl –maybe ten years old– leaning over the railing so that her long hair hung straight down. “Hey Mister, do you want to see a trick?” […]

THE NOISY BATHROOM FAN

At first Randall was appalled when the noisy bathroom fan suggested that he murder his girlfriend right then and there, but then he grew intrigued. With the fan’s persuasive voice, the thought of murder solidified into an ideal. Was it possible? In fact, was it the only thing that would set things right? He was […]

THE INCUBUS OF IRVING ST.

Tina was pulling grocery bags from her trunk when she spotted Bono walking across the street. That’s right, U2’s very own Bono looking like he had just stepped out of the ZooTV tour with the shiny black suit, chest-open shirt and fly sunglasses. There was no mistaking it because nobody else looked like him. Tina […]

The Window

“Did you take your medication, Hon? The neighbours complained again. The walls are thin and they can hear you laughing and talking to the window.   And now you won’t talk to me or look at me you just continue to stare at the goddamned television.   I’ve tried yelling and even shaking you and […]

Horror Flash Fiction #10: Looking For Victoria

Johnny Spirit sat beneath the bridge downtown beside the tracks on an old battered mattress placed among train cars splattered with graffiti. He took from his coat pocket the handful of mushroom caps that Evil Jesus had given him, popped them into his mouth and began to chew on what tasted like pliable copper. Unlike […]

Jacob’s Magic Cabinet

On the top floor of a brooding Gothic castle nestled upon a hill overlooking a small town as it has for over a century young Jacob played with his toys when his grandfather walked in carrying in his hands a wooden crate. “As I do not have time to waste I must go over this […]

The Demonic Bathroom Tiles Get Me Everytime

It could be in the mirror behind you seen just for a second or spotted in a photograph -something that doesn’t make natural sense. It could be you. It could be me or it could be something else. You decide. I’m tired of trying to discern ghosts from the blonde next door. “You have a […]