How We Met
By Joseph Lewis Image by Engin_Akyurt Of all the things I remember the night it happened, I can’t for the life of me remember why I went to the grocery store that night. It might have been more… Continue Reading
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Leftovers
By Warren Benedetto Image by AD_Images “Ma, maybe you shouldn’t go out,” Yuri warned. “It’s too dangerous.” Elena made a shushing sound and waved her hand dismissively, forgetting that Yuri couldn’t see the gesture over the phone. She… Continue Reading
I’m All Better Now
By N.D. Coley Image by alicedaniel I. Well of course I am writing this down! You have always loved a good message and I am happy to make one. I do not pretend that you have some access… Continue Reading
Renartis Rising
By Rekha Valliappan Image by Anna Providence ‘You shall know the truth and the truth shall make you odd.’ –Flannery O’Connor The door was locked. Roma Kaldhari thought the old man looked sick, petrified, and ready to die.… Continue Reading
Doppelgäng
By M.E. Solomon Image by Barandash Karandashich I have a story to tell that overwhelms the mind. I sit scribbling furiously to recall every detail of this day, but I fear I will not capture it whole, since… Continue Reading
Teleport’s 2020 Horror Short Story Contest
Image by Oleg Krugliak We’re now accepting submissions for Teleport’s 2020 Horror Short Story Contest. There’s no theme for this contest. Throw in some suspense, watch your run-on sentences and plot holes. Although we don’t wish to limit anyone’s… Continue Reading
Torso
By Jack T. Canis Image by Kichigin I awaken with a start. I’m sitting in a white tiled room. My back to a wall, sitting on the floor. I don’t know how I got here. I don’t know… Continue Reading
Some Stay for a while
By Nathan Good Image by Robsonphoto There was something unnatural living over on the golf course – at least that’s what William kept saying anyway. The problem was that he wouldn’t say anything else. When Davy managed… Continue Reading
The Final Truth
By J. Marshall Morgan Image by Teodor Lazarev I hate missing flights, even when I do it on purpose. My stomach still churns. My hands still sweat. And my leg still bounces. But at 1:42 p.m., I watched my… Continue Reading
Homecoming
by Peter Emmett Naughton A portion of the wall at the side of the barn had been punched in leaving a gap just large enough for Ben to slip through. He’d only ventured into the place a handful… Continue Reading