Split Ends

In the city of Batesfield, in the Central United States, a serial killer was murdering women by cutting their heads open along their hairline.


As a response to this, the women set aside their pride and shaved their heads.


After a week of no murders, they felt safe.


That was, of course, until the body of a woman was found. Her head was smashed in.

Upward Staring Eyes

Julie missed going outside. Ever since she got sick a month ago, her life seemed like little more than a dream. All day long, the only thing she could do was watch the television stationed on the wall in front of her.


“Sleep well, mom,” Julie said as her mother walked into her room to turn off the television.


Her mother didn’t say anything to her again that night. Instead, she adjusted Julie’s pillow, sighed, and wondered if her daughter would ever come out of her coma.

Wedding Band

I’ve heard the stories. Stories about the bride who plunged into a lake, clutching her new wedding ring.

I’ve heard about the man who found the woman’s corpse, bobbing just below the water’s surface. Heard how he pried the simple gold wedding band from her hands and made his way home.

I’ve heard about how he drowned himself in his bathtub, ring on his finger.

I’ve heard about how the paramedic had to cut his finger off to get the ring off. She had to have the ring. I’ve heard how she then drove her ambulance into the lake.

I’ve heard about this wicked ring. This simple band of gold. Simple, yet hauntingly beautiful. The ring that loves the water, yet drives people to possess it.

I just had to have that ring. Even if I had to pry it off a bloated corpse’s finger.

I’m writing this as a warning to everyone. I’ll continue in a bit. First, I think I’ll go swimming.

The Scavenger Hunt

The Scavenger Hunt

John's father handed him a well-worn list at his 18th birthday party. He told him it was a family tradition, that it was time to be a man.

"This list has been passed down through our family for generations," John's father said.

"It's a list of names, though, father," John replied, his face twisting into a confused expression. "In fact, I know one of these people. How can this list be that old?"

"Well, that's what you get for being the son of Death," John's father said coldly.