Short form: Fright
A short story about a conversation that went wrong, written in 5 minutes
Editor’s note: Over the next few months, I’ll share some of my short-form fiction with you here, as well as updates on my Kindle Vellas. The following was written during a five-minute writing sprint.
“Am I supposed to be scared now?” Danny said, rolling his eyes.
His friend, someone he had just met on Clubhouse in the Religious Horror genre room, had texted him a video showing a man in a full mask and black bodysuit outside a door, holding a knife.
His friend, who only went as @areyouthere was silent. This was stupid. Why did he give him his phone number?
“Hey, @areyouthere?” He texted back, chuckling.
Still nothing.
He looked at the video again. His eyes widened. The street looked familiar. Was that HIS street?
He squinted. The bush. The oddly shaped bush, he saw that every morning.
Crash! A sound from downstairs.
“Hey wait …”