Intussen zijn op AnthologyBuilder de voorbereidingen voor Halloween in volle gang. Niet dat er enige pompoenen in het zicht zijn, maar hun enorme database van korte verhalen bevat voldoende exemplaren om een verhalenbundel te vullen met met spoken, monsters, en andere verschrikkingen. Hun meest recente blog verleidt je met drie korte uittreksels van zulke verhalen: prikkelende, plagende, beangstigende, of…

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Meanwhile, over at AnthologyBuilder, preparations for Halloween are already on their way. Not that there are any pumpkins in evidence, but their huge database of short stories contains ample tales to fill yourself an anthology of ghost, ghouls, and other horrors. Their latest blog entry teases you with three brief excerpts of stories that fit…

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Sale! A hugely disloyal member of the marvellous online writers group Codex, when I was still fairly active there I participated in the 2005 Halloween contest. The contest challenge that year was to write a Halloween story based on a ‘seed’, something to prod the muse, provided by another participant. Seeds could be anything from…

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Trick or treat


She stepped in front of the mirror, adjusted her hair, checked around her eyes for wrinkles. Downstairs, the door clicked. She could see her eyes widen and face pale in the mirror.

Shit! She’d forgotten to lock the front door. She stood frozen, her face still inches from the mirror surface, breathing shallowly, listening for more sounds. But she heard nothing for what felt like minutes.

Then something screeched. Downstairs. Jane took an involuntary step back. Her calves hit the toilet seat and she sat down heavily, creating a terrible racket in the silent house. The skin on her back crawled and her shoulders were locked, freezing her posture like a statue of terror.

It was a cat, she told herself, repeating it over and over. It was a cat. Only a puss in heat makes a sound like that. Or a peacock, but there weren’t many of those in the neighborhood, were there? It must have been a cat.

Jane forced herself to stand up, get out of the bathroom, go down the stairs. Halfway down the steps, she could see the front door ajar. There was no movement outside or in. Trying to look in every direction at once, she descended the final steps. When she stepped towards the front door to close it, she saw the object on the threshold.

It was a severed cat’s tail.