The floorboard by the bed creaks. Soft footfall moves away, growing quieter and quieter until… Another creak. This one is more of a groan. A throaty groan that means they are at the door. There’s a hole there, maybe. A big hole that has…
Thick fingers grip my throat.
“I’m going to find you and smash your skull in.” The call ended with a clatter. She didn’t have time to process what happened. The next customer was fed through the telephone and the call process started again.
It was a terrible decision to rent that place. The photographs mislead me. Dirty advertising tricks.
Here’s some more super short stories that didn’t fit with the others, because these ended up quite creepy!
He’s coming. He won’t stop until he has her.
Off the motorway, somewhere between one city and the next, there was a town that disappeared at night. Not literally, of course, but the truth was just as strange.