Original fiction written by S. G. Baker
I had felt the touch of the wraith for some time when I went to visit a psychic. "When do I die?" I asked her. The woman - I had forgotten her name already - gave me a funny look. "Just, y'know, do your little crystal ball thing and tell me." I waved my fingers … Continue reading #Spooktober2020 Day 11: Wraith
I snatched your body from the jaws of death when I exhumed you from the dirt. Your soul, though, I'm not so sure of. You returned to consciousness screaming. "Let me go baaaaaack!" Maybe I shouldn't have resurrected you in the graveyard. "Shhh!" Scrabbling across your own grave dirt, you crawled toward your open coffin, … Continue reading #Spooktober2020 Day 10: Resurrectionist
One year after my brother died, I found his last discovered geocache. Just a plain, hollowed out rock down by the local creek. I knew it was the last one he found, because he had logged the date in the geocache journal. I ran my fingers over his name. Next to the exact date he … Continue reading #Spooktober2020 Day 9: Journal
Up to now, my friends and I had solved every puzzle, survived every horror of this sick fun house, but now they both lay in pieces among the hidden traps guarding the exit. I bit my lip, reading the sign again. You made it! Just waltz on out! Following the sign's suggestion, they had both … Continue reading #Spooktober2020 Day 8: Waltz
On the outskirts of a forgotten town, I found a person with a white sheet draped over them. The sheet covered their entire body. They stood in front of a burnt out building on the side of a gravel drive. Just stood there. All day. No one else came or went. And I sat on … Continue reading The Hopeful Wanderer – Lent Shape
"Don't move," mommy whispered. We stood together in the middle of our cornfield. We had our arms stretched out in a T-pose, resting along poles lashed together like a cross. The same as the poles that held up the scarecrows dotting the field around us. We each held bundles of straw or twigs. "We're being … Continue reading #Spooktober2020 Day 7: Scarecrow
I opened the trashcan because the contents were almost too heavy to empty into the dump trunk. Inside, a cadaver had been squished down to fit - knees pulled up to the chest, arms crossed, head pushed facedown. I got a good glimpse of lank brown hair and a bad whiff of death before I … Continue reading #Spooktober2020 Day 6: Cadaver
On day five after my parents took away my depression medication, I sat in class staring listlessly. Everything my teacher said about the lesson slammed against the wall in my brain blocking out my will. I heard none of it. Cared even less. Upon the inside of my arm, I copied out fragments of sigils … Continue reading #Spooktober2020 Day 5: Sigil
I got a summer job working in an occult supply store. There, I met the scariest person of my life: myself. "I need wasp stingers," I told myself. My face stared dead-eyed from beneath the hood of my favorite jacket. As I handed the packet across the counter to myself, I said, "What happened to … Continue reading #Spooktober2020 Day 4: Occult
You set up your camp on the place where I died. All that snow stomping, tent rustling, stakes hammering, cookpot rattling woke me. You woke me up. You brought light. The sun set fast behind the cold mountains, so when you wanted to keep reading in your heated tent, you lit your fancy, vintage looking … Continue reading #Spooktober2020 Day 3: Lantern
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