Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better by Matt Roberts

You should probably keep your eye on that kid at the playground… not that it’ll matter.

Tonight’s tale of terror is brought you you by Matt Roberts. Go read Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better over on 13 Stories Til Halloween!

matt-title

She was a cute girl, wearing a pretty blue dress, had long blonde hair pulled up into pigtails, and she was scooping sand into a bucket with a little plastic shovel.

The pressure in Phillip’s head grew and the sound of the playground started to slip away.

Click HERE to read more! http://13storiestilhalloween.com/Stories/anything-you-can-do-i-can-do-better.aspx

Josef by C.G. Tenpenny

Another creeptastic bedtime story is up over on 13 Stories Til Halloween!

cg-title

Each memory flickered by like an old, spinning zoetrope. These rare moments, these crushing memory-laden moments, paralyzed and utterly defeated him in every way. He lay fetal, suffering each terrible image as it bathed his mind in its ghastly fluorescent light. Time could not be measured within the moment, but soon after, the clock would speak in terms of hours. The dazed recovery would be slow, but Marten Köhler would return to the world around him, mop the cold sweat, and return to his self-imposed imprisonment. Again and again.

Click HERE to read more! http://13storiestilhalloween.com/Stories/josef.aspx

Gravely Mistaken by Carole Oldroyd

Tonight we have Gravely Mistaken by Carole Oldroyd on our super creepy short story countdown to Halloween!
carole-title
“There shoulda been a wake.” The gravel of the church parking lot crunched under Ted’s polished wing tips. “Aunt Myrtle could throw a good one. The least we could do . . .” his voice trailed off.
“It wouldn’t be fitting. Not with that fire, and all.” Lula Mae toddled along carrying a warm casserole dish. Her pantyhose scritch-scratched as she tried to keep up on their way to the First Holiness social hall. She leaned over and whispered to Ted, “Captain Dan said half her face was burned clean off.” She shook her teased and hair-sprayed head in that pitiful way that said ‘bless her heart’ without saying it out loud.

We All Gotta Eat by Jessica Nettles

It’s time for your creepy bedtime story! Go read We All Gotta Eat by Jessica Nettles!

Edie struggled to fit into her favorite sundress. It was harder now that she was five months along. She didn’t really feel like going to sit in the heat with church folk, but Ben had insisted, especially since they were expected to serve Liberty in every way possible.
She ran the brush through her tousled short hair, and grabbed her Keds as she moved toward the front of the house. Ben left an hour ago to go help the men get set up for the fish fry. It was part of the expectation of service.