Macabre Stories

The bloody handprint on the window- calling card of the wicked. Of the sick. Entering the house, he could see straight away that there had been trouble in the hallway, which was the first thing one saw when they entered the house. Long abandoned was the house, built in the early 1900s and occupied until the 60s, where dark legends had surrounded it from local youth with the intent to scare, and now some sick fuck had turn...

"Sing me a song!" What the hell! I was sound sleep. Trouble breathing. What time is it? Are you kidding me? Three o'clock. I get up. Go in to wash my face.I look ragged. Have to sleep.In bed again. Drifting off. Tired. "Sing me a song!" Jeez! What? Again? Okay. Fine! She likes old stuff. I sing Moon River. Quiet now. I doze. "Sing me a song!" Get up and make coffee. Got to do something. "Sing me a song!" "Shut up. Shut up...

  My father passed away about a year ago and so I was now alone in my house for my mother had walked out from us many years ago when I was only a child of five. The reason for that, my father told me later, was because of him being caught getting another woman pregnant. After an awful row, she had left us, leaving father to raise me on his own. It was disappointing not to have my mother around but he looked after me well...

There was no alarm or morning announcement this morning. Nothing made a sound and the eerie silence was what woke me this morning. Fei was already up and was getting dressed into some fresh clothes, a fine black dress made from velvet. She didn’t say a word to me as she trudged over to my closet and pulled out a dress similar to the one she wore. She placed it onto my bed and flopped down next to me. There was a slight sc...