Well colour me disappointed in myself. Here it is, Halloween night, and I haven’t written anything new and original to share and scare.
Oh well, can’t let my favourite night of the year go by without getting on my little cyber-soapbox. Here’s a little piece of flash fiction I wrote in 2009 that I was kinda proud of (even if I’m still not crazy about the ending).
Always wear comfortable shoes when driving at night
Keep running. Run faster.
Don’t stop. For anything.
Turn right. Down that alley.
BACK TO THE STREET!
Right. Go. Stay in the streetlights.
Why are all the houses dark? Why isn’t anybody home?
Where is everybody?
I don’t know where I am. I don’t recognize anything, no buildings or street names.
I don’t know where I left my truck. I don’t know what I hit. Hard enough to crush the steel bumper and snap off a wheel.
I know there wasn’t anything there when I got out to look.
I don’t know what’s chasing me.
Can’t scream anymore. Hard enough to breathe.
Tried calling for help. No answer.
Tried pounding on doors. No answer. Not a light or sound from any of these houses.
Haven’t seen a single other car drive by, or person out for a walk, or even a stray cat or squirrel.
Just row after row of the same three models of some developer’s idea of suburban paradise.
Have to keep running.
I can hear them. Chasing me. No idea how many.
Can’t see them, but I can hear them.
They’re getting closer.
Left. Wait. Haven’t I already been down there?
Every street here looks the same.
There has to be a way out. A way back to the main road. With other cars, other people.
Just keep running. Left. Go. GO!
Is that a light? Is that a light on in that house?? It is!
HEY! HEY!! HELP!!
THERE’S SOMETHING CHASING ME!
The light’s out.
I can’t hear anything. They’re gone?
They’re here. They’re h
I’M SORRY I’M SORRY IT WAS AN ACCIDENT I DIDN’T SEE YOU I’M SORRY IT WAS AN ACCID
Happy hunting my little demons. May candies feed your bellies and fantasies feed your nightmares for weeks to come.