Tag: horror
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THE COLLECTOR

I love to collect all sorts of things – badges, stamps, books, tacky souvenirs, even clothes and shoes. If I see something I like, I have to have it. With the cost of living crisis and losing my job, I can’t afford to buy all the nice things anymore, but when I see something I…
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INNER SELF

The strange patterns of a new world revealed. The swirls and loops and whirls inside the red cabbage hypnotised him, the juicy segments of the tangerine promised cool succulence and the circular layers of the onion, bursting with that strong, sharp taste as they peeled away. What else? He stared at his fingers and thumb.…
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SOMETHING OR NOTHING?
‘I’m not going down there.’ ‘It’s just a shed.’ ‘An ominous shed and a strange thumping noise.’ ‘What do you think is going to be down there? Be rational.’ ‘You’ve seen horror films, right? Where you sit and say “they shouldn’t go into the dark cellar, why would they do that?”‘ ‘This isn’t a film,…
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ALL GONE

They haven’t gone, the Christmas Angels.They’re hiding from me.Waiting. In the shadows.Ready to step out into the twinkling lights.Reflecting in the dirty puddles.Shimmering and blurred.Walking along the empty streets.The closed shops, the dead cafés.An open door.Please sir, can you help me?An inviting arm around my shoulder.The warmth of the hallway.Shut out the cold Eve.His smiling…
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FREAK

They call me a freak. I live in the old church surrounded by crosses and hang garlic cloves from every stained-glass window and revel in the sunshine that pours through the coloured panes. They call me a freak because I’m not like them. They’ve stopped visiting now. I never invite them across the threshold. I…