This is in response to a challenge from (here is his blog site) Nagrij for a 5 minute story. Nagrij writes a 5 minute story every Tuesday. This month’s challenge is horror and I accept the challenge. We have been building on each other’s stories and here is Nagrij’s story this week: Tuesday’s Tale
And here is my continuation of Nagrij’s story:
The hair on the back of his neck stood up just as he felt the temperature in the hallway go up. He looked down at his temperature meter and watched as the digits climbed slowly at first and then clicked up faster and faster. Forgetting that he had returned to the top of the stairs he stepped back, twisted ankle once again giving out, tumbling down the long flight of stairs in fear and confusion.
The creature was back, lumbering after him down the stairs, its anger creating the rising heat. Mouth now opening and closing in a mesmerizing chewing motion, rows of teeth reaching for him as it shrieked. When the creature shook his head to toss his long hair from his eyes he saw with a jolt of recognition that
Had to stop here as my five minutes was up so lets see what Nagrij does with this! Brouhaha!
This is in response to a challenge from (here is his blog site) Nagrij for a 5 minute story. Nagrij writes a 5 minute story every Tuesday. This month’s challenge is horror and I accept the challenge. This week I wrote the next chapter to his weekly challenge Tuesday’s Tale.
Here you go Nagrij:
The hallway walls caressed the ghost hunter’s shoulders. His bulk apparent in the creak of the old floor boards as he entered the heart of the old house. Light bulbs changing back into candle sconces as he passed. The dim lighting from the flames did nothing to warm the cold and his breath came in silvery whispers and frozen exhalations.
The end of the dim hallway could not be seen yet but he continued to creep forward, hoping the camera would come to life. Looking at his watch he saw it was only 12:06, only 2 minutes had passed…
A shadow at the end of the hall was visible now, he prayed it was that intern arriving at the job late.
This is in response to a challenge from (here is his blog site) Nagrij for a 5 minute story. Nagrij writes a 5 minute story every Tuesday. This month’s challenge is horror and I accept the challenge. Here is Nagrij’s story this week: https://nagrij.wordpress.com/2016/10/04/tuesdays-tale-1042016/
Here you go Nagrij:
Racing down the hall she ran smack into the icy place. The home of the foul entity that she now lived with. When she moved in she had no idea of the evilness that had occurred here over the years. She had a feeling that even with all she was able to discover she still did not know everything.
Henry, her German Shepherd dog for seven years, was right behind her. His intense yowl raised the hair on the back of her neck. As she turned around she saw he was looking behind them, at something unseen but clearly approaching with a cold malevolence.
Thinking to gain some strength from Henry’s presence she hugged him tightly and looked between his ears down the hall. Somehow she now saw what Henry was able to see and knew she was in Hell.
This is in response to a challenge from Nagrij for a 5 minute story. Nagrij writes a 5 minute story every Tuesday, except for today when he challenged his readers instead.
Here you go Nagrij:
She lunged again and again. Teeth bared, fierce snarling, stabbing me hard enough with her muzzle I would have fallen if not for the wall to my back.
Pissing off a trained Police Dog. Not my smartest achievement. But I was smart enough not to run or move, she’d be on me in a second.
She was becoming more agitated, foaming at the mouth, and I knew I had to do something fast. Shoving my prized Prada handbag into her face she clamped down on it. Diving into her crate I felt the door hit me in the rear as she flew after me.