The Hunted (flash fiction)

The Hunted

“So you’re all hunters then?” The driver asked. The landscape was beginning to rise as they got closer to the castle. Soon its dark crumbling towers would be visible.

“Yep. We love hunting vampires.” One of the passengers replied. The driver brought the vehicle to a stop and turned to face them.

“You realise this is not the first van load of hunters I’ve taken up to the castle? My advice to you is that we turn around and you all go and do something else with your lives that isn’t so dangerous and likely to end in disaster.” The driver suggested.

“Well I don’t know what the other hunters were like, but I can assure you I know what I am doing. This vampire will soon be nothing but dust, mark my words.” One of the hunters replied. There was a chorus of agreement with him from the others.

“”Well okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” The driver answered as he started the van again and drove off. Above, the castle finally came into view. The driver began to smile. More prey for my master, the driver thought.

Joanne Fisher

Last night I dreamed I was writing this story, and to my surprise I remembered it once I woke up. I often dream of writing poems and stories, but I never remember what I was writing once I’m awake. The annoying thing is I was also writing another story in the dream which was meant to be better than this one, but I have no clue what that one was about…

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Spooked (Day 12, 13 Days of Samhain)

Ghoul by ScottPurdy

Spooked

Kristy wandered through the graveyard. Turning a corner, she came across a disheveled creature eating a human arm.

“Oh my god! It’s a zombie!” She screamed. The figure looked at her and dropped the arm it was eating.

“I’m sorry to spook you, but I’m not a zombie.” It insisted. Kristy looked at it in surprise with her mouth gaping open.

“Then what are you?” She eventually asked.

“I’m a ghoul.”

“A ghoul? What’s the difference?” The ghoul sat down on a seat and looked up at her.

“Well a zombie is mindless and tends to eat live flesh. While ghouls, like me, can think independently and hold intelligent conversations, like we are now. Us ghouls mostly live in graveyards and eat already dead people.” The ghoul explained.

“That’s still disgusting.” Kristy stated. The ghoul shrugged it’s shoulders.

“Well each to their own.”

“You just live here and eat corpses?”

“Yes.” The ghoul confirmed. “Most graveyards have at least one ghoul living in them. Now if you excuse me, I’m wanting to dig up a recent burial. I prefer to let them lie there for a few days as I don’t like the meat to be too fresh.”

Kristy walked away shaking her head in disgust. She really wished she hadn’t decided to cut through the cemetery on her way home.

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the prompt Spooked provided by Sammi Cox’s 13 Days of Samhain.

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Bodies (flash fiction)

Bodies

“So what can you tell me?” The Chief Inspector asked.

“It’s a burial ground for a large number of bodies. The oldest date back twenty years, some are recent. This city has had a serial killer for the last two decades we knew nothing about.”

“I guess it’ll be a while before any of them are identified.”

“We’re still digging up more bones. We have no idea how many people are buried there.”

“Okay good work. Carry on.”

“Yes Sir.”

The Chief Inspector walked to his car. He would have to find somewhere else to bury the bodies now.

Joanne Fisher

Word count: 99

This was written with the prompt bones provided by the Carrot ranch October 24 Story Challenge.

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Stirring the Cauldron (Day 11, 13 Days of Samhain)

Stirring the Cauldron

Ambrose walked into the Witch’s kitchen and found her stirring the cauldron.

“So what evil potion are you making now foul crone?” He asked. The Witch looked up at him angrily.

“My laundry.” She replied as she fished out a pair of white frilly knickers with her stirrer to show him.

“Oh sorry! I thought you were making some terrible potion.”

“Well I’m not. Why are you in my home?” The Witch asked.

“I was wanting something for my hair loss. I hoped you might have a potion that would help.” He said. The Witch smiled.

“I have just the thing.” She stopped stirring her cauldron and went to a shelf. She selected a dark green potion and gave Ambrose a small vial of it.

“This will stop the hair loss?” He asked.

“Yes hair loss will no longer be a problem. That will be five gold coins.” He mumbled about the price, but gave her the coins. He opened the vial and drank the contents.

“That tasted foul!” Ambrose complained.

“What did you expect? Lime cordial?” She replied. Not long after he drank the potion Ambrose’s skin started turning green and he began to dwindle in size.

“What have you done to me?” He screamed.

“Don’t worry, hair loss will no longer be a problem for you.” The Witch assured him. Within a minute there was a toad where Ambrose had been. “Now get out of my house!” She used her broom to push the toad out her front door, and then returned to her laundry.

“Foul crone indeed!”

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the prompt Stirring the Cauldron provided by Sammi Cox’s 13 Days of Samhain.

My apologies for the image used, but I couldn’t find a great selection.

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Not on the Map (Day 10, 13 Days of Samhain)

Not on the Map

“I think we’re lost.” Carly admitted as she drove through the countryside. It was starting to get dark.

“It’s weird the GPS isn’t working. If only we had a map.” Suzanne said.

“If only I had charged my phone. Hey, isn’t that a town ahead?” Carly asked.

“Maybe. Hopefully they’ll have a motel.” Suzanne replied. As they came to the town they noticed all the houses looked old and the streetlamps seemed to be lit with candles. A horse and carriage passed them.

“Oh my god, I think we’re in Amish country!” Carly exclaimed.

“We should stop and ask them for directions.” Suzanne suggested.

“If they’ll stop for us.” Carly parked the car. They both got out and approached a tall man in a black coat. He also wore a black wide brimmed hat and carried a lantern.

“Excuse me, we’re lost. Can you tell us where we are?” Suzanne asked him. The man held up his lantern and had a long look at the both of them.

“You’re in the township of Whitewood.” He answered.

“We’re heading to Kingsport. Can you give us directions?” Carly asked.

“No young lady. Two young women should not be traveling at night. We have rooms you can stay in.” He offered.

“That would be great. Thank you.” Carly replied. The man led them into a house nearby.

“We only need one room really. We can share the bed.” Suzanne told him.

“Two women sharing a bed together?” The man asked as they walked down a hallway.

“Yeah we do it all the time at home.” Cary told him. The man stopped and turned to face them.

“Where are your husbands? You are of marrying age.” He asked them.

“We’re not married.” Carly replied.

“To men.” Suzanne added. The man looked at them up and down.

“You both wear blue pants. Most unseemly attire for women.”

“They’re jeans. Everyone wears them.” Suzanne told him.

“And your heads are uncovered.”

“Well I can go and get my beanie from the car if that makes you happy.” Suzanne offered.

“Also is there anywhere to charge my phone?” Carly asked.

“Charge your what?” The man asked.

“My phone.” Carly brought out her iPhone and handed it to him. “It needs charging.” The man looked at her confused. He then looked over her iPhone.

“What is this devilish instrument?” He asked.

“You don’t like iPhones either huh?” Suzanne asked. The man looked at them again and held up the lantern in their faces.

“You don’t seem to have dealings with men and you carry infernal devices. Are you both witches?” He asked.

“No, we’re not into witchcraft.” Carly replied.

“Though one of my friends is Wiccan and she’s pretty cool.” Suzanne added.

“So you consort with witches?”

“I wouldn’t say we consort with her. She’s just a friend.” Suzanne told him. The man looked uneasy, but then led them on through the hallway until he stopped at a door. He opened it to reveal a bedroom.

“Stay in here tonight.” He ordered. Both Carly and Suzanne walked into the room. “We will work out what to do with you in the morning.” He then shut the door behind them with a loud clang. Carly immediately went to the door.

“He’s locked us in.” She announced. “Hey let us out!” She banged loudly on the door a few times, but there was no response.

“And the windows are bolted shut.” Suzanne said after checking them.

“What’s going to happen to us?” Carly wondered.

“The Amish don’t burn people do they?” Suzanne asked suddenly feeling scared.

“I’ve never heard of them doing that. They’ll probably just ask us to leave and never come back, hopefully.” Carly answered. Suzanne checked the door again.

“So what do we do now?”

“We should get some sleep. It’s not like we can do anything at the moment. I’m sure it’ll be alright in the morning. It’s probably all just a misunderstanding.” Carly suggested. They both climbed into the soft feather bed and, despite everything, fell asleep almost instantly.

When they awoke the next morning they were lying in a field. There was no sign of the town they had been in and their car was parked by the side of the road.

“What happened to the town? Did they remove us from it when we were sleeping and leave us in this field?” Suzanne asked.

“No, I think we’re in the same place.” Carly replied.

“Are you sure? What happened to the Amish and their town then?” Suzanne wondered as she looked around.

“I don’t think it was the Amish. I think it was a ghost town.”

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the prompt Ghost Town provided by Sammi Cox’s 13 Days of Samhain.

I’ve taken a few liberties with language in this story. In reality people from the 17th Century and 21st Century would not readily be able to understand each other, both in words used and dialect.

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Jack O’Lantern Lane (Day 9, 13 Days of Samhain)

Jack O’Lantern Lane

“Darling, I really wish we had never moved to Jack O’Lantern Lane.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“All the houses here are so old and creepy. It’s like they were all built several hundred years ago, at least.”

“I think the place has style.”

“And there are those two women who live in that mansion at the end of the street.”

“You don’t like lesbians?”

“Them being lesbians is not what bothers me. Have you ever noticed how pale they are, and that you only ever see them once it’s dark?”

“So they’re night owls…”

“And that cemetery has someone living in it.”

“Probably just a hobo.”

“How about the woman who lives across the street? She only dresses in black and seems to be forever boiling up some foul concoction. You can always smell it from here.”

“She’s into making natural remedies.”

“And what about the guy that lives next door? He always runs down the street screaming and howling every time there’s a full moon. He always looks so hairy in the moonlight.”

“I think he’s just a party animal.”

“I just don’t want to live here anymore. The place is just plain weird.”

“You know full well that we’re unable to leave this house until someone does an exorcism.”

“Yeah I know.” *sighs*

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the prompt Jack O’Lantern Lane provided by Sammi Cox’s 13 Days of Samhain.

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The Magician (Day 8, 13 Days of Samhain)

The Magician

Steve walked into the Magician’s tent. Morgan the Magnificent, dressed in black and wearing a top hat, sized him up. He held up a small ball in his hand.

“Let’s make a wager. For twenty dollars guess which cup this ball is under.” Morgan said to Steve.

“Okay.” Steve replied. The magician placed the ball under the middle silver cup and then moved the three identical cups around.

“Which cup has the ball under it?” He asked Steve once he stopped moving them.

“That one.” Steve said pointing to the cup on the left. Morgan tilted the cup over, the ball wasn’t there.

“Double or nothing. Which cup is the ball under?” Morgan asked waving his hand over the two remaining cups.

“Okay that one.” Steve said pointing to the one on the left. Again Morgan revealed no ball.

“Tough luck. You lose. That’ll be forty dollars.” Morgan stated. Steve pushed over the last remaining cup. No ball was there either.

“It’s disappeared, as if by magic!” Steve replied sarcastically. “You palmed it didn’t you? Lousy cheater!” Morgan gave him a half-smile.

“You really shouldn’t have done that.” Morgan said ominously. The tent began growing dark.

“What’s happening?” Steve shouted out.

A couple of days later Morgan had a crowd in his tent. He brought out a human-looking puppet and placed him on the table.

“May I introduce Steve the Puppet Who Thinks He’s Human.” Morgan announced. The puppet looked around quickly.

“But I really am a human! I’ve been turned into a puppet by this man. Please help me!” The puppet screamed. The crowd laughed and clapped. “Why are you laughing? He’s really a magician! Somebody help me!”

“It’s like he really is talking!” An impressed girl whispered to her friend.

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the prompt as if by magic provided by Sammi Cox’s 13 Days of Samhain.

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The Thorns (Day 7, 13 Days of Samhain)

The Thorns

Rosamund was considered to be the most beautiful woman in the kingdom. Her ability to sleep was considered preternatural. Whenever she put her head down on a pillow she would fall asleep immediately and would go on sleeping until someone would waken her. Oddly, she considered sleep to be a pastime. In fact it was her favourite pastime and she would sleep as often as she could. One day she fell asleep and there was no one around to wake her anymore. She slept for years and all the land around her palace became overgrown with weeds. The land she lived on also loved her, which may sound strange, and so tall impenetrable thorns began to grow on the borders of her land to protect her and keep her safe from intruders as she slept on in the heart of her realm. So Rosamund kept on sleeping and dreaming as the years passed by.

Princess Philippa knew of the story of Rosamund and was determined to see this beautiful woman who did nothing but sleep . She stood on the boundary of Rosamund’s realm and saw the tall thick thorns that blocked the way. She went away and armed herself with machetes, saws, and other cutting equipment and headed back to the thorns with her trusty steed full of everything she needed. The thorns ended up being no match for her chainsaw. It was hard hot work and Philippa had to strip down to her tank top, but eventually she cleared a path through wide enough for her jeep (or her trusty steed as she called it) to drive through to Rosamund’s palace. Once there, she climbed the stairs and eventually found Rosamund fast asleep on her bed. Philippa beheld her for a while, for she was indeed beautiful as the stories had claimed.

“Wake up Rosamund!” Philippa said gently rocking Rosamund, but Rosamund kept on sleeping. Philippa pondered on whether she dared to take the next step. She then leaned in close and gently kissed Rosamund on the lips. Rosamund’s eyes opened almost immediately. She sat up in bed yawning and stretching.

“I had a most fantastic dream.” Rosamund announced. She looked at Philippa. “Did you wake me?”

“Yes I did. I kissed you. Was that okay?” Philippa asked. Rosamund smiled.

“Come here.” She ordered and Philippa went over to her and they kissed again. “You wouldn’t believe how hungry I am.”

“You have been asleep for many years, so that’s not surprising. If you come with me, we can go and find something to eat.” Philippa suggested.

“Not necessary. There’s food right here.” Rosamund declared.

“What do you mean?” Philippa asked and before she could react, Rosamund bit her in the neck and started drinking her blood, for Rosamund was also a vampire, which was something the stories had neglected to tell.

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the prompt preternatural pastimes provided by Sammi Cox’s 13 Days of Samhain.

This was the most difficult prompt. It was only this evening when I went for a walk this story finally came to me.

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A Grave Concern (Day 6, 13 Days of Samhain)

A Grave Concern

It started as a grave concern, or more precisely, a concern about graves. Ainsley was the cemetery’s caretaker. One day he found a grave that looked like someone had dug it up and taken the body. He assumed it was grave robbers stealing a body for their own dark purposes, and so he notified the police. The subsequent police investigation found nothing. Time went on and Ainsley put the incident in the back of his mind. Then one day it happened again. It was investigated liked the previous time, but again no leads were found. After that Ainsley took to keeping an eye on the cemetery through the night in the hope he might catch these robbers in the act.

One night he noticed the ground in one of the graves seemingly moving on it’s own accord. Puzzled, he hid behind a tree and watched. To his amazement he saw a couple of hands appear out of the earth and slowly rise upwards. Soon a pale body emerged out of the grave and unsteadily walked away. As he watched this in growing horror, a pair of hands suddenly grabbed him from behind. Alarmed, he turned around to be confronted by another figure covered in dirt. The figure tried to bite him and Ainsley fought it off with all the strength he had. After pushing the body away, he ran as fast as he could. He didn’t stop running until he got home. Once there he bolted the doors and windows and kept watch until it was light. That day he quit his job and never went near another cemetery again.

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the prompt A Grave Concern provided by Sammi Cox’s 13 Days of Samhain.

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Surrounded (Day 5, 13 Days of Samhain)

Surrounded

“We’ll get out of here come hell or high water. I promise you that.” Helena had said.

Tania looked out the window. The building was surrounded by zombies. Hundreds of them. They were stuck in a roadside diner, so admittedly things could have been worse. At least they had plenty to eat and drink, for now.

She knew the zombies would never tire. She could hardly sleep with the sound of them clawing at the windows and walls all night, even with Helena’s arms around her. The zombies would be out there day and night for as long as they were there. She knew once Helena and her ran out of food, that’s when things would get dangerous.

Even if they did somehow escape and get clear of the zombie horde, where would they even go?

Joanne Fisher

This was written with the prompt Come Hell or High Water provided by Sammi Cox’s 13 Days of Samhain.

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