Category Archives: Serial Horror Stories

The Flavour of Spite – Ten

Posted on February 19, 2015 by Helen

The yellow brick road is too bright too bright. The sky has a strange, doubled yellow glow, hurting the eyes. The rainbow is there, like she thought she heard someone say, and that’s calmer to look at. If she could … Continue reading →

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The Hanged Girl – Nine

Posted on February 16, 2015 by Helen

‘I can’t remember all the dream,’ Lisa told Susan over a mid-week lunch break, ‘Or nightmare, because I think it was that. So strange. I think it was a nightmare but I also think most of the bad parts I’ve … Continue reading →

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The Flavour of Spite – Nine

Posted on February 12, 2015 by Helen

  I placed the electrodes on either side of her perfectly skinned temples. I could see she was starting to realise what I mean by the journey, though she could not know it all yet, not really. Perhaps she has … Continue reading →

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The Hanged Girl – Eight

Posted on February 9, 2015 by Helen

  ‘We have another artist in our midst!’ The voice was sneering, not complimentary, and Mandy knew the voice. It was a voice she had quickly learned to dread, coming from a person she did her level best to avoid … Continue reading →

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Flavour of Spite – Eight

Posted on February 5, 2015 by Helen

Violet was frightened it seemed, and that was not my intention. I had wanted our first real encounter, in her new home, to be one of explanation, but slowly growing appreciation, even the first brief buds of joy. I had … Continue reading →

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The Hanged Girl Seven

Posted on February 2, 2015 by Helen

  The next morning Lisa would only remember fragments of her nightmare. She would think this a blessing, but the shadows of memory and disconnection would tug at her sensibility, suggesting in low whispers that she really should remember. That … Continue reading →

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The Flavour of Spite Seven

Posted on January 29, 2015 by Helen

She wakes from a dis-orienting dream, and the strange light around her – so unfamiliar, though as she wakes it is hard to fully fathom why – makes her blink rapidly. Her eyelids are butterflies frightened by the wind. She … Continue reading →

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The Hanged Girl Six

Posted on January 26, 2015 by Helen

  For a reputedly haunted house, number 6 Mercy Lane was very beguiling indeed. The moment Damien opened the door to them Lisa and Mandy were literally flooded with a warm light from the hallway, seemingly reaching out into the … Continue reading →

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The Flavour of Spite – Six

Posted on January 23, 2015 by Helen

I am a creature of meticulous research. While it would be wonderful to woo my love in the conventional sense and gradually bring her to our home to be through the more normal rites of romantic passage, I am realistic … Continue reading →

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The Hanged Girl – Five

Posted on January 21, 2015 by Helen

Lisa was concerned. Mandy didn’t seem to want to talk about school. And not wanting to talk about something – anything really – was not like Mandy. She’d had problems at school before, in other locations and at other ages. … Continue reading →

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