This lil’ piece of Stressmas terror is about as festive as you’ll see me get. Eye got to kill Brian Barr, one of my good author friends and wolfbrothers, in this story, which was the criteria for the anthology by JEA Press, Season’s Bleedings. You can find it on Amazon. Just click on the book cover at the end if you wanna see what fate eye faced at the hands of another deranged author. Enjoy!
It only happens once a year, but when you hear those slay bells a ringin’, you might wanna find somewhere good to hide for the night. It’s Stressmas time and y’know what that means, right? Yeah, that’s right. Sanity Korpse is comin’ to town. Hidin’ isn’t even a sure thing, but you at least gotta try if ya plan to see Boxin’ Day. He sees you when you’re sleepin’ and by jingles, he knows when you’re awake! Doesn’t really matter whether you’ve been bad or good, he’ll rip out your entrails regardless, dangle ya over your open fireplace, and then light that fucker up with a demented Ho Ho Ho.
They say that no good story starts with a glass of milk, but let me tell you my friends…This story does.
Find this story in the anthology “Season’s Bleedings” on Amazon (click on the image)
WHAT’S IN A NAME?
By Toneye Eyenot
“All you have to do is say his name. Just speak his name and He will come. Then, fiend… It will finally be over”.
“Rishhh…Rshh”. The blind man lay naked, prone and broken across the large wheel, positioned horizontally face down and bound with all manner of restraints. His broken left hand, manacled in a rusted iron fetter, dangled limply over the rim. The right; equally mangled, held fast with dirty copper wire. His fingers, swollen and purple from deprivation of blood flow had stiffened and now stretched helplessly toward some invisible salvation, as he unsuccessfully tried to give his torturer what he demanded.
© Toneye Eyenot 2015
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TREE’S A CHARM
by Toneye Eyenot
“Well, look at you, Mr. Caterpillar! You are a colourful critter!” Clarry Montfarland knelt on the forest floor, leaning right forward on his arms with magnifying glass in hand. The caterpillar he was admiring had just ridden a dislodged leaf from a low hanging branch and was now slowly consuming its ride. Clarry inspected the uncountable hair-like spines on its back and knew not to try picking it up. He recalled with a shudder, the stupid game they had going at school, where you’d pluck a leaf with a spitfire caterpillar on it, sneak up on some unsuspecting kid and touch them with it. It was all fun and games – outrageous itching, a sting which hurt for hours, red, painful blisters – until someone allergic blew up like a balloon and went into anaphylactic shock.
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Mummy, Leave The Light On
By Toneye Eyenot
Mummy, leave the light on. There’s something in my room.
It’s pulling at my blankets, and telling me I’m doomed.
As soon as all the lights go out, the shadows in my room,
Begin to grow and move around, as if to deadly tunes.
Mummy, leave the light on. This happens every night.
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“Sleep, my daughter. Don’t be afraid. I will remain by your bedside and nothing will dare to cause you harm.”
“But… Daddy…” Elizabeth’s voice came in a strained whisper as she desperately fought the waves of slumber, pulling her deeper with each unrelenting ebb no matter how fiercely she resisted.
“Yes, my dear Elizabeth?”
“You can’t stop her. Nobody can…stop…” Her father’s voice was the last thing Elizabeth Leary heard as she slipped from the waking world into her all too familiar place of terror.
“Shhhh. Sleep now.”
Find this story in the anthology “Nocturnal Nightmares”