WELCOME TO OCTOBER FRIGHTS BLOG HOP - PART II
THAT GOES BUMP IN THE NIGHT.
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I love to write short stories and flash fiction -especially of the horror variety!
Here's a flash fiction from my new release,
CURIOUSLY DARK TALES.
THE CAB RIDE
“Where to, Miss?”
“Broadway & Bayview. The old--
“Grimaldi Mansion? Sorry, Miss, I don’t go there.”
Abigale groaned and rummaged through her purse. “You’re the third to refuse me.” She tossed him a few dollars. “For your trouble.”
The driver grunted a thank you as she climbed out. He pulled away, tires spinning.
“There must be one cabbie in New York with the balls to take me where I want to go.”
She’d sell her soul to get there today. The day no one else dared.
Abigale ran two blocks up then raised her arm in the air. An old green and cream-colored checkered cab turned the corner and barreled toward her. Cars veered out of its way. Undaunted, it squealed to a stop in front of her. The window cranked down, the driver asked, “Where to young lady? I’ll take you wherever you’d like to go.”
“Inwood Park. The Grimaldi Mansion.”
“I know it well. Hop in.”
She could read the headlines now. Ghost Hunter, Abigale Turner, spends night at haunted Grimaldi Mansion during 50th anniversary of grisly murders.
Yanking the cab’s heavy, high door open, she jumped in the roomy back seat. The door banged closed. “How much?”
The driver’s neck twisted at an odd angle atop his lanky body. Bright red lips lifted into a leer. A cutout grin of a demented Jack-O-Lantern spread high and wide until the corners reached his ears. Through lips stretched taut over pointed, dripping teeth he said, “No more than you’re willing to pay, I assure you.”
Fear engulfed her. She flung herself at the door but found a smooth flat surface in place of the handle. Like a large fish in a small tank, she suffocated on her own breath. “Let me out. I’ve changed my mind.” Her fists pounded at the windows. Her fingernails scratched at the glass. “Help me,” she screamed, “Please!”
Busy New Yorkers scurried past without a glance.
“Relax, my dear. It's a one way trip and payment isn’t due until you arrive.”
THE CAB RIDE
is the only flash fiction in the anthology.
The others are short, grim stories with a twist.
Some adult content. No gore.
Just in time for Halloween
and only 99 cents
here on Amazon..http://amzn.to/1KX73RR
A $5 Amazon Gift Card and a chance to enter the Grand Prize Drawing:
It seems Abigail has met a demon ghost.
Have you met a ghost?
I haven't but it's on my bucket list, LOL
The GRAND PRIZE is a choice of a signed copy of one of my books
and a batty martini glass!
Don't forget to check out the other spine tingling horror and paranormal authors on the hop!