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@rehnwriter

Writer of horror stories, unsettling tales and weird fiction.
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Inspired by H.P. Lovecraft, Franz Kafka and Junji Ito.

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“Eat your fill,” the host said with the most charming of smiles as the meal was served. The guests looked up, paralyzed by fear, at the cooked human remains in front of them. “Eat,” he said once more, his face turning hard. “Eat, or tomorrow this is one of you.” #vss365

“Eat your fill,” the host said with the most charming of smiles as the meal was served.

The guests looked up, paralyzed by fear, at the cooked human remains in front of them.

“Eat,” he said once more, his face turning hard. “Eat, or tomorrow this is one of you.”

#vss365
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Red is the most vivid of colors. It’s both fire and love, both passion and blood. Today it is all four. The passion I felt, the love that’s now gone, the blood that remains to show the deed, and the blazing fires to burn it all to the ground. #vss365

Red is the most vivid of colors. It’s both fire and love, both passion and blood.

Today it is all four. The passion I felt, the love that’s now gone, the blood that remains to show the deed, and the blazing fires to burn it all to the ground.

#vss365
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Darkness was lingering around him. It was so thick he could almost feel it. But in the darkness, he heard something nearby. With shaking hands, he took out his lighter. The moment he lit it, he saw the lurking terrors all around him. Now, they saw him, too… #vss365

Darkness was lingering around him. It was so thick he could almost feel it.

But in the darkness, he heard something nearby. With shaking hands, he took out his lighter.

The moment he lit it, he saw the lurking terrors all around him. Now, they saw him, too…

#vss365
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The boy cried as grandma’s coffin was carried to the graveyard. Suddenly, the coffin began to shake, and screaming erupted from inside. The boy looked as his father ran forward. “Quickly, the nails! This time, we’ll make sure she doesn’t come back!” #vss365

The boy cried as grandma’s coffin was carried to the graveyard. Suddenly, the coffin began to shake, and screaming erupted from inside.

The boy looked as his father ran forward.

“Quickly, the nails! This time, we’ll make sure she doesn’t come back!”

#vss365
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“Mommy, I’m scared!” her son called out during the thunderstorm. “Now, now, sweetie, aren’t you a bit too old to be scared?” As a new bolt of lightning struck, though, she saw them too. Hundreds of dark, faceless figures standing outside their house. #vss365

“Mommy, I’m scared!” her son called out during the thunderstorm.

“Now, now, sweetie, aren’t you a bit too old to be scared?”

As a new bolt of lightning struck, though, she saw them too.

Hundreds of dark, faceless figures standing outside their house.

#vss365
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His wife was out; the kids were at grandpa’s and so he decided to clean up the old attic. It was pure chaos up there. Dust and spiderwebs everywhere. “This is going to take a while,” he said with a sigh. “No, it will be over quickly,” a deep voice sounded from behind. #vss365

His wife was out; the kids were at grandpa’s and so he decided to clean up the old attic. It was pure chaos up there. Dust and spiderwebs everywhere.

“This is going to take a while,” he said with a sigh.

“No, it will be over quickly,” a deep voice sounded from behind.

#vss365
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Did you ever stare into a mirror for a long period of time? I don’t mean for a few minutes, not to check out your body, but for a truly long time. rehnwriter.com/stories/weird-… #weirdfiction #horror #shortstory