Sunday, October 14, 2012
Scary Story in Three Sentences
Moonlight through your baby girl's window and the doll’s cradle by her bed crawling with chittering white-toothed shadows; for just a moment, even before you start to wonder how they got there in the first place, you can’t understand why the fuck the rats are eating the doll.
And then the bloodshitfeardeathsulfur reek, the empty toddler bed and the broken circle, the realization that rats don’t have tentacles.
And the whispers in your head like screams that never end.
Chuck Wendig asked to have the shit scared out of him in a three sentence story of less than 100 words.
I think this one's okay.