Short Storys...

This page is for those storys I have yet to have published yet I have had them copywrited... I am currently trying to sell them... The first is my second attempt at horror. Others are comming soon.

Rick’s eyes opened with speed that could suggest only fear. The scream was as real as any he had ever heard. Though he knew his mind had fabricated the sound, it chilled him to the bone. He shivered as he rose from his bed.

“It’s amazing, the ability of the mind, when it seems intent scarring the piss out of you,” he thought to himself, as he made his way to the small bathroom. “I’ve got to stop watching those kinds of movies before I go to sleep.”

As he bends over the sink to splash water on his face, he does not immediately notice the hunched over figure, limping and dragging something outside the window. Rick stopped splashing water on his face and quickly turned toward the window. All he could see was an old clothesline, and two trees flanking an old beat up shed. Other than that all he could see was the darkness of the night. He focused back to his image in the mirror, and slowly shook his head, as he went back to washing his face.

“I REALLY have to stop watching those films,” he repeats to him self, out loud, as he walks back to his bedroom. Rick turns on the light, but leaves the door open slightly. He looks at his disheveled bed; it’s not unlike the rest of his room, with laundry strewn about, everywhere.

“Well, I’m not going back to sleep now.” He says, as he walks towards the desk to turn on the computer monitor. “Wait a minute.” He stops in his tracks “The movie does not explain any screams. Tonight I watched a poor sci-fi film, not a horror film! I could see if I was watching Poltergeist, or the Shining, but Event Horizon?”

The noise and sudden movement of Tabitha, his cat, entering through the cracked door, she mews and looks at him with her head tilted to the side as if questioning why the resent noises were being made at such a late hour.


“I know that I’m talking to myself… But that’s how I work things out.” Rick says to Tabitha as if he needed to justify him self. Tabitha matter-of-factly mews and jumps onto the bed to sleep.

“Not that you care any way.” Rick smiles ”Where was I? Oh yea! Ya know what?” he asks looking over at Tabitha, who raises her head in response, “I bet this has to do with what Rachel asked me to find out.” He turns back to the computer, as Tabitha puts her head back down. “ I wouldn’t be up right now if it wasn’t for Rachel’s request. ‘Rick,” he mimicked in mock tone, “would you do me a favor, and find out the history of the house my apartment is in? Linn has been seeing things. The lights have been turning on and off by themselves. Its really creepy.’ And me, being the push over I am. I said yes. Now I’m awake, a little tweaked, and talking to my self because my cat is asleep on my bed. Where I should be.”

His computer takes advantage of one of the telephone lines and logs onto the Internet. The other phone line receives an incoming call. The phone rings, and Rick reaches over to pick up the receiver.

“Hello?” he says pensively as he brings the phone to his ear, resting it on his shoulder. “ If you’re not God, You’d better call him next, `cause I’m gonna kill ya’ for calling this late.”

“Rick? Rick its Rachel.” Comes the reply from a voice filled with fright.

“Rachel? Do you know what time it is? What’s wrong?” Rick demands, his
attention now focusing on the phone call and not his computer monitor.

“Rick, some really strange things are going on over here! Could you come over? Right now?”

“Ya. Right away! I’ll be there in 15 minutes.”

“Ok, can I call your cell phone so I can hear your voice until you get here?”

“Ya... Sure… of course you can call my cell.”

Rick hangs up the phone, and hits the return key on the keyboard completing his task. He then gets up to get dressed. As he walks out the door, he does not notice the monitor on his computer. On it is a newspaper article with a man's picture, and the headline. “Psycho kills twelve women . . . ”

As Rick pulls away from his house, his cell-phone rings.

“Rachel?” Rick asks. He struggles to put the head set on, and swerves the car, in the process narrowly missing his neighbor’s mailbox.

“Yes Rick, it’s me.” Rachel says.

“Tell me what’s going on?” Rick demands.

“Well, about twenty minutes ago the lights turned on, and then Linn heard a strange voice, she started screaming. I don’t know what the voice said but it sure has her scared and she won’t tell me what she heard!” Rachel said. The words were hesitant in a nervous paranoid sort of way.

“Ok, that’s fine. It does not matter right now! Did the neighbors come down?” Rick asks

“No, they’re in Italy. It’s just us two here. She’s calm now. Well kind of. But she is still pretty jumpy. The creaking in the walls is not helping, ether. But Linn refuses to sleep unless you come over.”

“Ok. Well I’m on my way.”

“Rick!”
A loud crash can be heard in the background. Linn screams and runs closer to Rachel. “Rick, I need you here too.” Linn whispers into the phone “ Please hurry.”

“Hey, don’t worry. There’s probably a logical explanation for all of this.” Rick said trying to reassure the obviously spooked sisters.

Despite his confidant front, Rick pushes the gas pedal, making the truck spring to life. The rest of his ride goes without incident. However as Rick pulls into the small driveway of the girl’s lonesome, dark house on the dead-end street, a chill runs up his spine. He sees something familiar, a hunched over figure, limping across the yard. He squints to adjust his eyes, hoping to see the shadow. But it disappears into darkness as a cloud passes in front of the moon.

He jumps out of his truck and sees Rachel, holding Linn, by the front door. He turns his cell phone off and closes the trucks door.

“Are you two all right?” he asks.

“Yes, that noise you heard before,” replies Rachel “was the cat knocking over some pots.” Rachel looks pensive, but was trying to remain calm for Linn’s sake.

Linn runs up to Rick, and holds him close. “God, am I glad you’re here.” she says.

Rick leads Linn inside and then hugs Rachel. As he closes the door, Linn reluctantly lets him go.

“I feel a little safer now.” Linn says turning to her sister “No offense Rachel.”

“None taken, I feel safer too.” Rachel responds, smiling back at Rick.

“I’m glad. I feel really safe with me around too.” Rick winks at Rachel. Linn looks at him like he has three heads.

Rick looks down at Linn “Gosh. I can hear the crickets on that one.”

Rachel and Linn smile at him. “That’s better. See, everything is gonna be fine.”

Abruptly the lights go out and two hands suddenly grab him.

“Linn! You can let go! It’s just a fuse.”

“I didn’t grab you!” Linn says, frightened.

“I did.” Rachel says, sheepishly.

Rick flicks the switch up and down so Linn and Rachel can hear it, but nothing happens.
“See, just a fuse.”

Rick pulls a lighter from his pocket and lights it. He is startled as he sees a weathered, decomposing face floating in front of his eyes. He jumps back as the image floats slowly toward him. Looking him up then down, the face smiles at him then disappears as the lighter goes out. Rick shakes his head in disbelief.

“Weird.” he mutters to himself.

“What! What is it?” Rachel says, her voice thick with worry.

“Nothing, just my mind playing tricks on me. Let’s flick the circuit-breaker so we can see.” Rick says as he relights his lighter, and starts walking over to the circuit-breaker box.

“I thought you didn’t smoke?” Linn asks.

“I don’t. But I do know that a lighter can be very valuable.” Rick replied as he opens the circuit-breaker box and flicks the switch, relighting the rooms.

As power flows to the bulbs in the ceiling, the chairs in the dining room appear pushed away from the table. “Hmm. That’s odd. Were the chairs like that before?” Rick asked.

“Like what?” Rachel asks, looking over the chairs.

“Oh-my-god-oh-my-god” Linn screams and runs over, and into Rick’s arms.

“Listen, you guys probably left them like that while you heard me pull in the drive way.” Rick replied, trying to reassure the girls that things were normal.

As Rick was comforting Linn. Rachel looks at him and shakes her head from side to side, starting to say something. But Rick glares at her and she stops, realizing her sister needs no further agitation.

“Ok, look, go get your pillow and blanket, and hunker down in the living room. We’ll be over in the dining room so we can hear anything unusual. I’ll stay the night, and you don’t need to go to school tomorrow. Ok?” Rick says to Linn

“Ok.” Linn hesitantly says.

Slowly walking away.

Rachel looks at Rick. She begins questioning his words, but he shakes her off. Then as Linn runs down to her room, Rachel starts into Rick.

“What do you mean saying she can stay home without asking me? She’s my responsibility, not yours!” Rachel says angrily.

“Look, I'm sorry for stepping on your toes, but she’s not gonna be any good at school tomorrow. Not after this. And you know it.” Rick says in a confident, yet apologetic tone.

“So! That gives you the right?”

“No... but do you want to make her go to school a nervous, sleepless wreck?”

“I guess you’re right. But clear it with me next time first.” Rachel gives him a hug. “Ooh I’m glad you’re here though, I’m pretty scared.”

“I know. But things are ok now. I’ll talk to you before I make anymore of those kinds of decisions. You two are the only family I’ve got left. And after your father’s accident, I’m all you’ve got. I’ll die before I let anything harm you two. I promise.”

As Rick finishes, Linn comes in, puts her pillow and blanket on the couch, and lies down.

“Famous last words.” She whispers to him with a smile.

“Would you relax? Nothing is gonna happen to you or me.”

“What about Linn?”

Linn looks up when she hears her name. Rick scowls at Rachel for what she said.

“I was only kidding.” Rachel adds

“Good night, Linn.” Rick says. He gives Rachel a peck on the fore head and walks into the kitchen, shaking his head, to get a drink.

Rachel walks over to her little sister and kisses her on the forehead, “Good night bod-tenella. Pleasant dreams.”

Linn smiles, “Good night, Rick. Good night, sis. And I am not a potato.”

Linn’s smile becomes a look of timid fear. Rachel is walking into the dining room. Rick sits down in one of the chairs, after he pushed the others in. He’s wiping what looks to be blood from his hand on a napkin. The napkin has dark red splotches all over it.

“You are bleeding!” Rachel says, rushing over to Rick. “Are you ok?”

“No, and yes. It’s not blood. It’s, jelly-like, and it was all over the tops of the chairs.” he says, pointing to the other napkins. “I really don’t know what’s going on, but I intend to find out.”

“Did you find anything on the net?” Rachel asks.

“Not much, just that some old man owned the place, and his son, were arrested here. I was trying to find out why when you two called. I guess I’ll find out later today.”

“Oh. Well, are you hungry? I can cook you something?” Rachel says.

“No, I’m ok. I got myself a drink.”

“Ok. Well, I’m gonna study some. Got an exam in two days.”

“Alright.”

Rick starts to think. Rachel opens her books and starts to read. Rick’s face gets dark, and angrier, as the time passes. Linn starts to moan and whimper from a demon tormenting her sleep. Rick starts to become agitated. He looks at Rachel, and then shakes his head to clear the cobwebs. He gets up to go to the bathroom. Rachel looks at him and smiles. He does not acknowledge her, as he continues to the bathroom. She looks back down at her studies. In the bathroom, Rick closes the door, and splashes some water on his face. With his hands on the sink edge. He looks at his reflection.

“Why am I getting mad? There is no reason to be angry.” He says to himself.
In the mirror he sees the face materialize. But it’s where his should be looking back at him. He jumps back, hitting the wall, as it flies’ toward him, integrating with him. His face wrenches with the spiritual struggle for reign over his existence.

Hearing the thump, Rachel cries, “You all right in there?”

Rick does not answer immediately, as his face reverts back to normal. Rachel hears a quiet shrill cry of pain come from the bathroom. She jumps up and walks briskly to knock on the bathroom door.

“Rick? Rick, are you ok in there?” Rachel asks louder.

“Yes. Yes I am, my dear.” Rick responds.

“Ok.”

Mystified, Rachel walks away, mumbling, “You never call me dear?”

Rick looks at himself from side to side, in the mirror and smiles. He turns off the sink and leaves the bathroom. He walks over and sits down at the table in the dinning room. He giggles a little and pulls out his keys. He plays with the small toy ratchet, smiling at every click.

Rachel looks up at him, with concern on her face. “You alright?”

He stops.

“Yes. I am fine my dear. Why?” he says, looking at her.

“No reason. But could you stop that. It’s distracting.”

“All right.”

He sits quietly for a bit. Then he starts to look at Rachel, her face, and her cheek. How smoothly it runs down to her neck, and how fluid it runs from the base of her neck to her shoulder. He gets up and walks to the kitchen door, which is right behind her chair. He stands behind her and puts his hands on her shoulders, and begins to massage them.

“Could you stop that? It’s distracting.” Rachel responds.

“What, you don’t like it?” Rick asks.

“No, it’s not that, I like it, but ... ” Rachel begins to say as Rick clasps his hands around her throat.

“But what? Whore.” Rick snarls as he squeezes tightly, strangling the life from Rachel’s body, fingers pressing in on the soft flesh.

“Stop ... Stop ... ” Rachel struggles to say. Rick slowly pushes her face to the table; she tries to free herself by clawing his hands. But he retains his grip. She tries to push herself up, but Rick is far stronger. He pushes her head down to the table with enough pressure for her nose to snap, followed by the cracking of her neck. Rick releases his grip, and looks over to see Linn, staring at Rachel’s body. She has disbelief in her face and horror in her eyes. She looks up from her sister’s corps to see Rick smiling back at her.


Linn screams, and runs for the door. Rick bolts after her, running her down. She kicks him in the knee, and with an audible pop, he tumbles over. Linn gets up and hits her head on the little table by the door, knocking over a plant and candelabra. She winces, and gets up and blunders to the door. She opens it and flees the house. Rick rises to his feet, violently pops his knee back in place, and limps after her. As he limps to the door, he grabs the candelabra from the floor. Once outside, he hurls the candelabra at Linn’s head. A direct hit. He limps over to her unconscious body and grabs her by the leg. While with his free hand, he picks up the candelabra.

“Run from me you little whore. Let us see how far you run when I’m done with you.”

He begins limping back to the house, hunched over from the strain of his handicap. Once inside, he ties Linn up, then he wakes her gently.

Rick says soothingly “Linn ... Linn ... Wake up ... Linn, You’re safe now.”

As Linn awakens, she sees Rick smiling down at her.

“Oh Rick I had this terrible ...” Linn stops as she feels the bindings around her hands and feet. She looks over and she sees her sister’s dead eyes staring back at her. She begins to cry and beg for her life.

“Rachel, oh Rachel ... Why did you kill her Rick? She loved you. Please ... please don’t kill me. I won’t tell. I won’t ... ” She attempts to smile at him, despite her fear.

“Shut up! Little whore!” Rick screams as he raises the candelabra above his head. He brings it down with a quick and powerful strike, shattering her skull. Killing her instantly.

“Loved me ... No women, love me ... That’s why ... That’s why I promised. I
Promised I’d kill you all. All of you little whores. I promised not even death would keep me from that task.” Rick says manically.

Rick’s body collapses to the floor, as the last word is spoken, next to Linn’s corps. The spirit that entered him has left. There is a towel hook stuck in at the base of his skull. He’s been dead the whole time.

Back at Rick’s house, Tabitha walks across his desk and kicks the mouse as she leaps to the floor. The monitor clicks on from standby. The screen shows the full article.

“Psycho kills twelve women, his last comments as he is put in the gas chamber are ‘Not even death will keep me from my appointed task. The darkness will see to that.’”

The cat runs from the room as it fills with cackling laughter.


The End.