It's Under the Bed - More 100 word flash fiction horror. An ancient evil lurks amongst the dust and toys beneath a young boy's bed

It’s Under the Bed

Mummy says there’s nothing under my bed but dust and old toys. Daddy says the same, gets angry when I try and tell him. Hits me. Tells me to be a man.

I go to bed hurting. Trying to cry quietly so it doesn’t hear me. The thing under the bed.

It’s old, it tells me. Older even than my Granda. It’s seen everything, knows everything.

And it’s done bad things. Tells me about them, its croaky voice coming from under the bed. Chuckling as I quake.

It says soon it’ll take me to the bad place under the ground.

No Comfort Breaks Required - 100 Words of Terror as a businessman finds a ghastly way to solve his staffing problems...employing the deceased!

No Comfort Breaks Required

I should have thought of this years ago. For too long I suffered the burden of a demanding workforce. Never satisfied. Forever bleating about their “rights”. Damned socialist nonsense.

Mama DuChance changed all that, came to me with an idea. Employ the dead to work my call centre. Their needs, as far as I can tell, are few. Being dead, they enjoy no protection under discrimination laws. I can pinch the women’s bottoms with impunity.

What’s that damn noise coming from the trading floor? Some kind of chanting. One word: flesh.

Chairs scrape as they rise. They’re heading this way.

Out of Town - 100 Word Horror Tale of Retail Atrocity, that'll make you GA(s)P in terror!

Out of Town

I pull into the retail outlet. My wife’s birthday tomorrow and I haven’t got her anything.

They all look the same: the stores, the cars, the people. Same clothes, same vacant eyes; dead black holes, lifeless but for the embers of greed. They want things. I think I’m supposed to want them too.

They sense my lack of belonging. Manicured hands grab me, carry me into a department store. My clothes are replaced with designer garments, a needle jabbed into my neck, freezing my muscles.

I’m lifted to the window and positioned with the other mannequins.

You’ll probably see me.