All posts tagged: horror

A Girl Called Spider #ThrowbackThursday

She sat smoking three seats away from the door, cigarette pinched between black talons as she waited for the boy in a green apron to bring her coffee. ‘There is something of the devil about that one,’ whispered an old woman standing in line. She leant in so her companion could hear. ‘Something unnatural.’ The pair twisted to stare; peering over round spectacles to examine the girl in black leather and brass buckles. ‘Very unnatural,’ hissed the old woman’s companion. “Not the right sort at all!” The girl sighed, pouring the smoke from her lips. She smiled at the old women and stabbed out the cigarette on the table-top. ‘Problem ladies?’ she asked. ‘This is a no smoking zone!’ squawked the first, pointing a shrivelling, stumpy finger at the no smoking sign just beside the door. ‘You are no supposed to smoke that,’ she pointed at the crushed cigarette, ‘in here.’ The girl smiled again, teeth bone white against ebony gloss. ‘I must have missed the sign,’ she said, curling her lips back further. The …

Watching Them Dig My Grave

It could have been worse I suppose. I could have been alive when they put me in the ground, but I was dead thank God, because the whole thing would have had me spinning in my too narrow, too shallow grave. Metaphorically of course. I had hoped for a spectacular death or a quiet one. An ending that became the warped framework of urban legend or left people saying: “At least she went peacefully.” Neither of these scenarios ended up fitting with my actual death. I got pathetic, depressing end. Dazed with a blow from the cat’s litter tray and strangled with a faulty phone charger. Not a death to really brag about. There was no great, white light. No tunnel or long lost loved ones. Just the grotty ceiling tiles of my rented kitchen, and the realisation that the mould above the oven was back.My murderers were panicking; two less than athletic men with women’s tights as masks. Clearly new to the criminal game they stood bickering in the doorway. Clearly they had never …

The Skull

She’ll speak to the dead with her head on one side, Punctuate conversations with the roll of her eyes, For jokes loose their bite once the dust takes my teeth And laughter is dry without a tongue or lips and speech. Watch the cracks for my mind and I have long fell out, We were in for a while but overdue another bout Any apologies would be useless in this little war The maggots will mean the argument is lost for sure. Once the stone grows too cold she will bore of my grin But don’t put my skull back where I lie straight and thin Up here is a sun to bleach the old bones white And a silver sheen smile beneath the evening starlight My nerves frayed to cobwebs and caught the last draft I won’t feel the heat or ice like I did before in a past With dark empty sockets I’m staring on blind But it’s better than rotting satin and myself for all time. But while you perch on my …