Stories

My friends had told me that the basement of the old school was haunted. Of course I didn't believe them, but they insisted that they had seen a ghost whistling at them from the dark.

I keep scrubbing and scrubbing, but they never get clean.

I've seen you before, stranger.

A lonely night, on the day before Christmas Eve, old Mr Hopsworth sat enjoying his meal all alone in his mansion. Devouring chicken, cheese, potatoes, and herbs. All to satiate his hungry heart. Yet no matter how much he ate, he couldn't fill the hollow in his heart. Leaving friends and family, old Mr Hopsworth was so very alone.

Crawling under the fleshy walls of the skin.

He saw it again today, the horse. The same one he saw yesterday and the day before that, and the day before that. The same horse that he has seen since he was a child. Appearing at different locations every day, be it out in the wild or in the middle of a bustling town, it was always there.

The bridge from the cliff edge.

Jasmine Campbell audio recording. June 19, 1994.

In a flood of moving flesh, shaped into that of other human beings. I get tossed and turned as I walk forward, but nothing changes. I crawl, I climb, I sprint, and I even tear my way through, yet here I still am. Surrounded by a crowd of people I have never seen, voices I will never hear again. They...

There was once a house sitting all alone. It sat surrounded by planes and dead chopped up trees. It sat all alone waiting for a day it would find a friend.