Scary Short
I’ve been trying to post a new scary short short story every Halloween. Twenty years from now, maybe I’ll have enough for a collection.
For now, enjoy!
Right after her family moved into their new house, she began to smell it.
Not always there. Just a whiff when she’d flip a switch and a dusty ceiling fan would groan into life. Or she’d open a closet and the smell would waft toward her, then vanish.
Damp. Thick. Rotting.
–You’re imagining it, sweetie.
–You just need to get used to the new place.
She left the windows open at all times. She dragged rugs outside into fresh air. She scrubbed floors with a stiff brush dripping hot water and bleach.
Her hands were red and sore. One of her knuckles cracked. She put her finger to her lips, but instead of salt, all she could taste was the smell.
Heavy. Oozing. Foul.
–This isn’t right.
–We’ll take you to see someone. Someone to talk to.
She lay in bed, and the smell seemed to slip long, slender fingers down her throat, coating her insides with slime.
She thought of mold, deep inside the walls. By morning, she’d clawed off as much wallpaper as she could reach. The walls, laid bare, were white and clean, but the smell was worse than ever.
–Look at her hands.
–We have to go now. We’re taking you somewhere safe.
Looking up at the concerned faces, she realized at last where the smell was coming from.
Dark, fuzzy tendrils spiraled into her whites of her father’s eyes. They spiderwebbed from the corners of her mother’s mouth.
Her bloody hands curled tight.
She knew what she’d have to clean next.
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That Night: A Spooky Halloween Story
photo by Igor Tigor
Here’s a chilling little tidbit for your Halloween Eve.
Read MoreI woke up in bed and I had to pee.
You know how it is. You lie there for a while, thinking you don’t really have to go that badly. You try to brace yourself for the rush of chilly air that envelops you once you throw the covers back. The slap of cold against the sole of each bare foot when you set it on the floor.
But I couldn’t hold out forever. Finally I forced myself out of bed and hurried to the bathroom. I didn’t even turn on the light.
When I was done, I felt my way along the dark hallway back toward my room. I heard my mom snoring. My dad rolled over in bed and sighed.
My dog brushed up against my leg. I reached down to pet him and felt the scruff of fur on the back of his neck, right where he liked to be scratched. His cold nose bumped my knee.
Back in my room, I burrowed under the covers, wrapped up in warmth again.
That was when I remembered that our dog died last summer. We buried him in the backyard under the maple tree.
So what was it that brushed up against me in the dark?
I guess I’m going to have to open the door to my room and find out. Especially since there’s a lot of noise coming from my mom and dad’s room.
All that screaming.
Scary Stories!
Want to give goodies for the brain as well as the sweet tooth this Halloween? Drop a mini-flyer into the treat bags and kids can go online to discover more than a hundred scary stories by fabulous children’s book authors. Visit Trick-or-Reaters to print flyers and learn more!
Trick or Treat! Smell My Stories!
My own sweet tarantula and her friend Medusa are terrifying Trick-or-Reaters!
Pretty soon hosts of tiny demons and witches and princess and superheroes will be showing up at your door. Want to give them something that will strengthen their brains instead of rotting their teeth*? Check out this fabulous new promotion from Curious City: Trick-or-Reaters! Give kids spooky, scary, suspenseful, and delightful stories for Halloween as well as yummy treats!
* Or in addition to rotting their teeth. I am not opposed to teeth-rotting Halloween goodies!
Read MoreSarah L. Thomson
A children’s book author publishing award-winning nonfiction, poetry, picture books and novels including…
“Readers will treasure the blossoming friendship between opposites in this whimsically illustrated tale. Short chapters and plenty of action make for an accessible and appealing reading experience. . . . Touching and inspiring.”
—Kirkus Reviews