Category Archives: Serial Horror Stories

Flavour of Spite – Fifteen

Posted on March 26, 2015 by Helen

And you just standing on the stair Your finger raised soft to your lips Showed full to me my true despair No murmur of my terror slips I’m silenced by your fingertips She has too much time on her hands. … Continue reading →

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The Hanged Girl – Fourteen

Posted on March 23, 2015 by Helen

A dismal, slow business day at the bookstore was beginning to make Lisa fight off sleep at the store’s counter. She’d not been sleeping well of late. She was still plagued with strange, disturbing dreams, and Susan’s hyperbolic stories of … Continue reading →

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The Flavour of Spite – Fourteen

Posted on March 19, 2015 by Helen

I am delighted with our progress. Things go more smoothly and quickly than I had anticipated. Aunt Imogen had always said that it took easier with children, so perhaps there is something childlike in my dear Violet, for she is … Continue reading →

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The Hanged Girl – Thirteen

Posted on March 16, 2015 by Helen

  Mandy’s school had a hallway with student lockers that reminded her quite strongly of the school scenes in Twin Peaks. They were shabbier, a dull grey colour, and some in need of repair, so nowhere near as sparkly as … Continue reading →

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The Flavour of Spite – Thirteen

Posted on March 12, 2015 by Helen

As more time passes, she is more resolute in her decision to see this as a challenge, like a boot camp for her mind, even though during this same extension of time the sessions make this increasingly hard to do.  … Continue reading →

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The Hanged Girl – Twelve

Posted on March 9, 2015 by Helen

‘This is the weirdest thing I think I’ve ever come across!’ Susan announced, placing her iPad and her notebook on the cafe table with a flourish. Lisa was vaguely irritated. She had so little spare time now with work and … Continue reading →

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The Flavour of Spite – Twelve

Posted on March 5, 2015 by Helen

She has been awake for some time now. It seems that she has ‘done well’ with something. Her captor, who insists she calls her host, says she performed well. As a result he has loosened her ties somewhat, or perhaps … Continue reading →

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The Hanged Girl – Eleven

Posted on March 2, 2015 by Helen

  Looking back, Lisa might have cause to consider this night – the ‘Twin Peaks’ night – as a kind of turning point, or even harbinger of the future. She might scavenge in her memory of the night, every word … Continue reading →

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The Flavour of Spite – Eleven

Posted on February 26, 2015 by Helen

She responded so well, I am certain I am right. She dissociates so naturally it proves she is born for this. I struggled so much more than her, even given my relative youth, when Imogen began my trials. But she … Continue reading →

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The Hanged Girl – Ten

Posted on February 23, 2015 by Helen

  Susan found she couldn’t let the mystery go. As a journalist she was successful here, a big fish in a small pond who often yearned for bigger seas and to take her career further. But this battled with her … Continue reading →

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