Fiction Horror Novella

The Seventh Day: Day Seven

Tyler yelled and ripped the club from my hand as he stepped away. He tossed it into the corner then drew a small revolver from his coat pocket. “Don’t make me do it, Josh! If I have to I will! Just give me the idol and I’m out of here,” he said with the gun pointed at the center of my chest.

Fiction Horror Novella

The Seventh Day: Day II – Part II

Frozen in terror, I couldn’t move when he lowered his massive head next to mine and rolled back his lips, exposing a mouth full of long, sharp teeth. The long, forked tongue flicked out and ran along the underside of my jaw, then snapped back inside.

Fiction Horror Novella

The Seventh Day – Day Two : Part I

“You’re kind of an ugly bastard, you know that.” Thankfully, it didn’t respond. If it did I think I’d have needed paramedics to restart my heart and not my girlfriend to take me to urgent care. The statue was disturbing, yet hypnotic, reminiscent of driving by a car wreck. You don’t want to look, but the scene almost demands your attention.

Fiction Horror Novella

The Seventh Day – Day One : Part I

“No!” Kris yelled and stamped her foot, then tossed the bottle on the ground. “There is no way I’m going anywhere with you hung over like this. I’ll just tell everyone you weren’t feeling well. Which is technically the truth. I need to get going so we’ll continue this conversation about how much of an idiot you are later.” She stomped out the door while adding “Maybe,” under her breath.