It Was Dark, Darker Than A Car Full Of Assholes...

I wrote a big paragraph here about how these stories are scary and dark and stuff and will make you afraid and will wake you in the middle of the night, drenched in cold sweat as you hope and pray that the shadows in the corner of the room are just that pile of dirty clothes, and not some monster from beyond the realms of madness waiting patiently for you fall asleep so it can crawl into your mouth and lay eggs in your lungs...

But it sounded pretentious, so I'll keep it short. Here are some sort of hopefully very spooky stories that are a wee bit funny too, because we all love a bit of the dark side and all that.

It was dark... like... really really dark. So it was.

The Girl at The Window

It's like boy meets girl... except the boy is a fat little nerd and the girl may or may not be a horrible malicious ghost, a terrible monster from beyond the dimensions of sanity.

The Man of Smoke - Part 1 (Dictionaries and Death Knells)

What if a car crash isn't the fault of the victim, or the driver, but something else entirely? Maybe something that's not even human?

The Man of Smoke - Part 2 (Wiggling Toes and Niggling Woes)

When the man who caused your accident starts to appear again, you wonder what he might want... Forgiveness? Reconciliation? Peace? or maybe, he's looking to finish the job...

The Man of Smoke - Part 3 (Coughs and Charts)

On week five, David received his first visitors that he was articulate enough to recognise.

The Man of Smoke - Part 4 (Polar Bear Punches and Hospital Food)

Will Norman be okay? Will David be okay? Who is the mysterious figure? Why am I asking you all these questions when I'm the one who wrote the story? READ TO FIND OUT.

The Man of Smoke - Part 5 (Phone Lines and Smoke Signals)

The creature is done toying with it's prey, and it is moving in for the kill. Can David escape from certain death again?

The Man of Smoke - Final (Smoke and Ice)

The elevator doors opened, David felt like a soldier storming the beach at Normandy, or clambering over the trenches at Flanders, this was it, the one last jaunt before he was home free!
Cherry

Ground Control To Major Tom (Part 1)

It was a fitting start to the worst day of my life. It started off when I woke up by hitting my head off the ceiling of my bedroom, though up here it was hard to tell what was up and what was down.

Ground Control To Major Tom (Part 2)

Suddenly a loud siren like noise blared from the console and I would have leapt out of my seat if I wasn’t strapped in to it.

Ghillie Part 1: Suits You Sir

He loved to lie in wait, flat on his belly like a snake, watching them.

Ghillie Part 2: The Bird Is The Word

“Here owly owly owly.” he whispered under his breath, creeping forward to the pathetic clump of trees that the National Trust seemed to think qualified as a ‘forest’.