The spirit of unforgiveness…

Brad couldn’t be bothered with the mood swings anymore, so he just ghosted his girlfriend Maisie. She killed herself, so she could haunt him at every turn.

A burning question…

I can’t believe the deal I got on this May getaway to a remote Hebridean island. I keep wondering, though, why my beachfront hut is man-shaped.

Just keeps needling…

Mark’s ex had gotten him into body piercing. Grinning at the pain, he jabbed another pin into her doll likeness.

Stark reality programming…

Yet another marathon of The Walking Dead, I thought in the instant after powering on the TV this morning. Then I recognized the CNN screen crawl.

Eating for two, nonfortuitously…

Gordie carbo-loaded before his big hike into the woods. Days later, the Wendigo had him on a starvation diet.

A fraternal albatross…

In a fit of rage, I single-handedly strangled my own brother. Now I realize that his death will be a terrible burden to me, considering that we are Siamese twins.

A twist of faith…

Something had gotten into him of late. Occupational hazard, the exorcist lamented.

Some unfriendly customer service…

“Please, come in,” Lucy welcomed the repairman standing on her doorstep. She was so grateful to have found someone willing to make a house call this late, but felt otherwise after the visitor fixed his pointed teeth to her neck.

Rigged for his pleasure…

He can’t believe his luck in stumbling upon this group of swingers tonight. Slavering, the necrophiliac scales the steps to the gallows.

A terrible case of parental neglect…

“Don’t let the bedbugs bite,” Mom told me as she turned off the light and exited the bedroom. But she failed to warn me about the rats.