A cause for holocaust…

The President has grown fanatical about global warming. Accordingly, he goads the Supreme Leader into launching a first strike.

Swoon Song…

All my life, I dreamed of being serenaded by a caller outside my window. I realize that’s never going to happen, now that the banshee has started wailing.

Salivating at vengeance…

Mary tongue-bathes the doorknob, and then the mailbox before moving on to the next house on the block. In her inflamed eyes, her transgressions are justified: if people had heeded the warnings and stayed home, she never would have contracted the virus.

Gross caption for the hearing impaired…

These walls have ears. The pair I just nailed up belongs to the latest busybody neighbor who lived in the apartment next door.

Getting heated between the sheets…

Pinioned by sleep paralysis, Ryan imagines he is burning in hell. Not even the perturbed chirping of the smoke detector can rouse him.

A bridge to fear…

I’ve suffered from gephyrophobia all my life, so my girlfriend has to drive us across the Golden Gate while I ride with my eyes closed. Just as she tells me we’ve reached the midway point, I sense the first tremor.

A shade creepy…

The portrait’s eyes appeared to follow her across the bedchamber. The subject’s ghost moved much more furtively.

Ongoing face-off…

The cosmetic surgery was both extreme and excruciatingly painful. William’s doppelganger tracked him down regardless.

Tools of the tirade…

The ransacking of the Home Depot was thought to be a case of random looting. Then the angry mob emerged, stocked up in arms.

Blood under the bridge…

For a long time, Norman was my bête noire, but now he’s my best chum. I would never have caught so many fish today without him.