horror fiction, poem

The Lamp Post

On the ground. Was she?

Deep in the hustle, yet

So very out of reach 

From the cracking campfire 

It escaped her every​ memory.

She longed, stretched and reached

But never there.

Amidst the leaves’ rustle, yet

No more could trample them.

Beneath the flood of the lamp post

All that was, among other shadows

Was her silhouette.

©NM

Alone, horror fiction

The Staircase

I ran and ran, but it kept going round and round. It didn’t have an end. My hands were burnt each time I caught the railing for support. The higher I went, the tighter it clutched.
One hot afternoon, I stood there staring at the staircase.

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horror fiction, short story

The Light

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Triiiiinnnggg Triiiiinnnggg.
Triiiiinnnggg Triiiiinnnggg.

2:09 a.m.? Seriously? Who’s calling me now?
It was my best friend, who was sleeping in the adjacent room. I picked it up.

“Is this some kind of joke? If it is… ” , I said.

“Don’t take the charger off, keep it on. Please. ” she said.

I withdrew my hand from the charger immediately. Her tone was serious and urgent.

“Is everything alright ?”I asked, getting up from my bed – my hands searching for the light switch.

She replied :
“Listen to me carefully, stay still. Don’t move and no matter what don’t turn on -”
Click.

the light.”

Triiiiinnnggg Triiiiinnnggg. Triiiiinnnggg Triiiiinnnggg. Triiiiinnnggg Triiiiinnnggg. Triiiiinnnggg Triiiiinnnggg.

You have one missed call.

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horror fiction

Candlelight Dinner

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Ding dong.
The bell rang, slicing into the silent night — announcing visitors. Red straightened her dress, and opened the door. Outside stood the love of her life, hand in hand with his girlfriend. They were engaged.
Jake and Sue walked into her house, and she clutched her dress.
Patience.
She managed to relax a little, and put on her smile – which he should have cared about. The three walked into the valentine themed terrace, lit just enough.
Red fought hard to stop the tear from falling off her lashes, thus revealing her true feelings. She turned around just in time to erase it off her eye.
What  is it? 
It’s Sue. I asked her out and she said yes! 
Oh. That’s…. that’s great news!
” Thank you so much for inviting us over for dinner, you have a wonderful place! “, said Sue.
” Ahhh.. well, that’s what best friends do, right Red?” asked Jake.
She simply smiled at him, and poured wine into their glasses. She went on to serve them dinner.

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What? You proposed to her?
I know right? She said yes! We are going to get married soon.
Wha-a? Why? I mean…, are you sure about this? 
Of course I am! You know what, I’m madly in love. So much that I cannot live without her. 
” I can’t believe that you made all this! Everything I just had was too tasty to have been cooked by you. When did this transformation take place?” asked Jake, patting his tummy.
Ever since I came to know you loved to cook.
” Jake! Come on, don’t be rude. She has put in a lot of effort to make it special for us.” scolded Sue.
Not for you, only him.
“No it’s fine, I’m quite used to his tantrums.” said Red.
Don’t worry Sue, I’ll take care of him for you. You just focus on having a good time, since it’s going to be your last.
“See, she doesn’t mind”, replied Jake.
Red stood up to get dessert, knocking over the bottle of ketchup – the red liquid staining Sue’s white dress. Sue feared the stain would be quite stubborn.
Red was in the kitchen. She apologised,” Oh no, I’m so sorry. The bathroom’s on the right.”
Phone ringing.
Jake! Where in the world have you been? I’ve been calling you for more than an hour. You were supposed to help me move into my new house, remember? 
What? Hospital? Are you alright?
Oh. Sue.
Is she fine? Nothing serious? Ok.
No, no. It’s ok. I’ll sort things out myself. Beep.
Silence.
Sobbing.
I can help, perhaps?
Silence.
Who’s there?
Red couldn’t see anybody in the darkness, but she could sense somebody near her.
That doesn’t matter. What matters is that I may be able to help you, though that was not my initial intention.
What do you mean? And what if I don’t want your help?
I mean I can help you get rid of her, your friend’s friend; Sue. And if you don’t want my help, then I shall be forced to get rid of you.
A thoughtful pause.
What do you want? 
Well, I require somebody young, around your age, to complete what I have begun.
It’s a deal.
” I’ll take you there Sue, come on. ” said Jake, holding her hand. They disappeared down the hall before Red could stop him.
Oh no. What have I done!
Can’t live without her? Why, what will happen to you? 
I would rather die than lose her!

Well then.

Die.

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horror fiction

Framed

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She was standing in the middle  of the room, the girl right in front of her. The girl didn’t seem to have noticed her presence at all. The girl around her age, walked down the street. Drunk men followed her. She walked faster. They followed. She ran, and they ran behind her. She walked into a building, a house perhaps. She knew the place, but where exactly ? She was not sure. The drunk men passed by. The girl – relieved – turned around, looked at her, and frowned. She was confused, she turned to look behind her.
Beep. Beeeep. Beeeeeeeeeeep.
Her alarm pulled her back to reality with so much force that she almost hit the wall behind her. She realised the place was very similar to the building the girl had walked into.
She looked at the photographs again. Each of them told a story, it seemed to capture more than just fragments of life. No. It seemed to capture life itself.
It was too late by the time she noticed that she was alone. She had already walked into the adjacent room, which had only a single photograph, and a wooden board beside it. With something written on it. The other photographs were hung on the wall, but this was right at the centre. The photograph, unlike the others was quite blurred. There was just a shadow, and the picture made her very uncomfortable. She went over and read whatever was written.

Oh no! No, no, no!

She became pale and cold, like a corpse. The horrid things that happened in there, she wanted to stay no longer. A curse? She had no time to decide. She turned around to run away, but she hit the wall. Where did the door go?
She heard the knob turning – from above . She looked up, and there the door was. On the ceiling. The door
opened inwards slowly, as if somebody was behind it. And then it shut with great force, the door falling off the ceiling. She ducked out of the way just in time. She felt something wet and cold on her palms, she saw blood – spreading across the floor. Blood through the windows, ventilators. And somebody was crying out in pain, as if being cut into pieces alive. The blood was all over the floor, she got on the podium like furniture that carried the photograph and the curse. As her right hand grabbed the frame for support, it fell. And then , a hand over her left hand. Another around her waist, and there shadows everywhere.

Say Cheese.

He was only five, wandered into the place by accident. His mother walked in, held him by the hand and said, ” Come on now, let’s go. I’ve told you not to wander off like this.”
“But look  Mommy”, said he pointing at the picture on the floor.
A girl, scared or in pain perhaps? Too Blurred to make out, and someone was hovering over her.
“Let’s get out of here,” said his mother.

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horror fiction

Goodnight

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Things been dragged.
Thrown around. Thud. Thud. Thud
What was going on upstairs?
It was already so late, and you wonder why people living upstairs can’t get any sleep. This happens every night, since they moved into the apartment. Your mum puts her arm around you, and you coil toward her. Silence.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
The noise got louder each time. The dragging becomes worse, somebody is running up there. You turn and toss, suddenly realising the fan is not working. It becomes dead silent, the fan is still, since it makes that moan whenever it is on. It’s cold, but still you are sweating. You wipe your forehead, but you continue to to sweat. You finally decide to wake up, and open your eyes – placing your hand on your mum’s to keep it aside.
Freeze.
Your mum is on mid-air, inches away from your face, blood tripping from every part of her.
” goodnight my baby “