Happy Halloween: Twitter Terror Tales so far . . .

TTTHappy Halloween, scary stories fans!

In case you missed all the spooky Twitter Terror Tales this month, I decided to put the 38 I’ve posted so far in one spot!

A Love Vow: My Love’s worth eclipses the cruel world.  So I entrust my Love to the protection of Death’s waiting arms with a hot kiss and a cold blade. [139]

Boogeyman: In the black bedroom, the closet creaks open. Fish-stench crawls up the sheets. Crescent yellow eyes gleam above rows of shark teeth. [131]

Bite Marks: Something bit me, deep and hard until it drew blood, while locked alone in a room. [82]

Happy Birthday to Me: Nobody came to my birthday, because I dipped the invitations in deadly powder. More cake for me. [96]

Sunshower: My Lord approves of what I did, because He made the rain wash the blood away. [77]

Arachnophobe: Chills quivered up my spine and a scream snagged in my throat when my hand found the mailbox teeming with spiders. [114]

Soulless: My shadow slipped away from me. The mirror refuses my reflection. They know how evil I’ve become. It makes me laugh. [116]

The Curator’s Bones: The museum collected the curator’s bones. [41]

Frequent Flyer: At last a smooth landing and attendants who left me to my rest. Yet I was the sole remaining passenger. And the tarmac reeked of brimstone. [139]

Grape Widow: She crawled out of the bunch and tickled my finger as if to say, “I have a sample for you, but it’s not as sweet as the fruit.” [127]

Banana Spider: A hairy fellow confronted me in the produce aisle. His eight bristly legs and I made a claim for the same plantains, and I lost my appetite. [140]

Crackerphobia: Halfway through the box, she brought a crisp golden disc and its coiled 42-legged passenger to her lips. [104]

Final Grade: My chemistry lab partner swore to keep it secret who lit the fire. But in my nightmares, Mr. Ito’s charred lips insist that I confess. [134]

The Stuffed Monkey: My wife’s ex gave her a stuffed monkey with coarse fur, pointy teeth, and hateful eyes. She won’t get rid of it. It moves when I look away. [139]

Parasite: A long black leech with a round fishhook mouth twists through my gut. To feed, it keeps me famished and cripples me with hunger pains. [134]

Hangman: Attached to the ground, there is a tree, attached to a branch, attached to a rope, attached to a man, who belongs in the ground. [128]

Apocalypse: At the end of time, your flesh will burn. Your blood will boil. Your bones will snap. And your eyes will pop. But your mind will not. [133]

Gator Bites: They left me in the swamp. The water’s not deep, but my concrete shoes are killing me. And the gators look hungry. [93]

Road Kill: At 3AM, we hit a 6-foot, gray beast that darted onto the turnpike. At 3:01, it stumbled, roared, and hit back. [110]

The Deep: 20,000 feet down, a dark-eyed, mouthless, willowy, pink man latched onto our sub like a barnacle. In my mind, he screeched, “Stay forever!” [139]

The Gardner: The roses have teeth. They twist and snap, soil-secured. My garden moans in hunger beneath my bedroom window. Tomorrow, I’ll feed them. [135]

Happy Hour: The man at the bar who bought my drink, who gave me a ride, who rubbed my back, who clutched my neck, who cut off my air, hasn’t a care. [136]

Night Terror: I live in the shadow under the bed, just below your sleepy head. Put feet to the floor, and I snap out, to drag you below and take you out. [139]

Shortcut: As I cut through the graveyard, hands sprouted like weeds and pulled a grinning skull from the dirt: “You should have taken the long way.” [138]

The Crows in the Corn: A murder of crows watches the house with dead doll eyes. Caws grate through the walls and scrape inside my skull. They’ll wait an eternity. [139]

The Man on the Train: The stranger on the train got off at my stop. He tailed me through shady midnight side streets. I quickened my pace. He quickened his more. [139]

Red Tub: I soak in the warmth of my departed guests as their blood bubbles up to my neck. [80]

Feed the Birds: The vultures and I are both starving. We have that in common, at least. [71]

Bait: A shadowy fisherman beckoned me on the foggy water. I rowed closer. He tipped his hat, jerked his line, hooked me, and reeled me in. [132]

Prodigy: Junior’s glass-eyed indifference dissects me. It silently whispers, “Yes, I’m responsible for all those missing pets, and you may be next.” [139]

The Missing Groom: He never made it to church. But he managed to catch the honeymoon train out of town, tucked away in his bride’s luggage. [120]

Free Dental Work: Dr. Ng doesn’t require insurance, but he favors the drill. [58]

Beneath the Brick: Beneath red brick is an unfortunate fellow who critiqued the bricklayer’s handiwork. [84]

Swarm: The mound crumbles beneath my foot. Insect soldiers march up my leg. Pain smothers me like a chemical blanket. 100,000 bodies. 1 mind. [134]

Slip Up: After an exhausting day’s work, she absentmindedly left the key in the lock. And she never awoke. [97]

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Door to Door: Madman Mike the savvy salesman slashes prices to get his foot in the door, but the slashing doesn’t stop there! [111]

Honeymoon: In the bridal suite, after signing the insurance policy, the groom served cyanide Champagne and strawberries. [109]

Lizard Stew: Old Mrs. Dallow doled out lizard stew for Halloween. The children who ate it greeted their parents with forked tongues. [119]

And guess what? They’re so much fun to write, that I’m going to keep posting new ones for the rest of the year! Follow me @Kmfollia to keep up! :)

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About kmfollia

Kevin M. Folliard is a Chicagoland fiction writer who has worked on the "Press Start" series of films and webcartoons. His published fiction includes the scary stories collection "Christmas Terror Tales" and the dark fantasy novel "Jake Carter & the Nightmare Gallery."
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