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THE “RED DEATH” had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with… Continue Reading →
I never knew any one so keenly alive to a joke as the king was. He seemed to live only for joking. To tell a good story of the joke kind, and to tell it well, was the surest road to… Continue Reading →
I was sick—sick unto death with that long agony; and when they at length unbound me, and I was permitted to sit, I felt that my senses were leaving me. The sentence—the dread sentence of death—was the last of distinct… Continue Reading →
THE thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that gave utterance to a… Continue Reading →
For the most wild, yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen, I neither expect nor solicit belief. Mad indeed would I be to expect it, in a case where my very senses reject their own evidence. Yet,… Continue Reading →
Sandy shores writhed with sharks the fishermen caught while wading out knee deep. I watched those sharks on that first beach vacation I took as a child: thin wisps, sharp forms, struggling to breathe. I thought they were beautiful as… Continue Reading →
“Good morning, Miss M.” The voice, lecherous as a dank cellar draft, seemed to travel low to the ground, as if slithering out from beneath a rock. She instantly froze, the spoon halfway to her mouth. She’d heard that voice… Continue Reading →
A tribute to Hammer Horror’s Dracula movies starring the iconic Christopher Lee. Happy Halloween from Trigger Warning!
My Kaidee is THE cutest baby ever – I mean it. I just knew he was going to be adorable from the moment I tossed my cookies Thanksgiving night – I was three weeks late and I’d been totally hoping… Continue Reading →
I have not yet met the man in No. 212. I do not even know his name. He never patronizes the hotel restaurant, and he does not use the lobby. On the three occasions when we passed each other by,… Continue Reading →
The sky was getting darker all the time. I set the red can under the glove box and drove away from the pumps, steering with one hand so I could gulp down some coffee. Then I hit the brakes before… Continue Reading →
Paulino was whistling by the time he got to work. He could not remember the name of the song. It had started running through his head as soon as the alarm went off, and then he heard it in the… Continue Reading →
David’s mother must’ve heard him wrong when he asked, “Where do the kids come from?” She probably thought he said Where do kids come from because she fell into an uncomfortable silence, as if assuming he wanted her to explain… Continue Reading →
With giddy goose bumps, we proudly conclude the all-horror Halloween issue of TriggerWarningShortFiction.com with our most visually ambitious offering ever. Co-editor John Skewes, who illustrates each story on the site, has gone all out with a pictorial spooktacular salute to… Continue Reading →
Three hours after every single pigeon in Memorial Park died simultaneously, a crowd, mostly tourists, had gathered around the fountain in the center of the park, pointing, taking pictures, and looking generally confused. There were some locals mingling about as… Continue Reading →
“Baggage may have shifted during the flight, please use caution when opening the overhead bins…” The flight attendant’s muffled voice woke me from my two-hour slumber. Her lifeless speech droned on in the recesses of my mind as I rubbed… Continue Reading →
TriggerWarningShortFiction.com Issue #11 concludes with THE CLEAN-UP MAN by Max Shepard last of our previously published all-stars. This tight, eerie tale is like Hitchcock’s THE BIRDS in reverse. Please pipe up in our comments sections, stalk us at elindbom@sbcglobal.net with ?s and (grave) dig co-editor… Continue Reading →
Ashworth sat in the chair as comfortably as his nerves would allow. He was unfamiliar with wearing a tie for work and the clumsy knot felt heavy around his neck, like a noose. The suit he had bought on the weekend… Continue Reading →
For a sweet house, right on Santa Monica Beach, it was unbelievably easy to break into. Mickey found a window he could open with a putty knife, so the double-locked doors were a joke. And Lana disabled the alarm within… Continue Reading →
Anna’s excitement built until she saw the building. Stepping out of the Uber, she opened the email on her phone to make sure she had the right address. The numbers in the message matched the rusted numbers bolted into the… Continue Reading →
Dear Jonas Williker, My name is Ginny Goodwinch, and I’m a single mother of two from Chappaqua New York. (Bobby is five and Little Derrik is three. Mommy loves you!) I’ve been following your case and I must confess, I… Continue Reading →
“Housekeeping.” The sun glowed red through my eyelids, and registered about the same time as the knocking on the door and the woman’s voice. She called again, but not loudly, and I said, “Okay, give me a minute,” and went… Continue Reading →
When I first got the case, I figured chasing down stolen art might lead to refined people with money and taste. It led to murder. The sinister tale began, like most of my cases, after my answering machine jarred me… Continue Reading →
Somewhere in the distance, the faint tinkling of a bell… In the serenity where he now found himself, Yamata still retained the vista of his previous life. Sitting meditatively, he could recall every moment of that existence with uncommon clarity…. Continue Reading →