Category: Fiction Stories

She said she often left her body, something she called astral travel. She said she had been to many astral planes, and once went to distant stars and met purple aliens that looked like stick people. He restrained himself from telling her he felt she was delusional or outright lying.

She was always refreshed and elated whenever she took one of her alleged disembodied trips. Seeing her during those times, he almost believed her, but was too rational to accept her bizarre claims. He wondered if she suffered from some psychiatric condition beyond his ken to define.

The last time she might have astral traveled, when she told him she had met some angelic people on an interdimentional astral plane, her body began shaking, her head shook violently side to side, as she babbled incoherently and acted like he wasn’t in their bedroom even though he was in front of her.

Her eyes turned vacant, then glowingly red, like some demon had taken residence in her head. She screamed, ran, and leaped through their dining room window, glass shattering and falling with her. She dropped three floors headfirst splattering to death on the pavement below. Women on the street screamed at the sight of her broken, bloodied remains. Men gasped and turned away from that horrible sight.

He cried himself to sleep that night, saw her in a dream looking crazy … and he woke up with glowing red eyes.

Bob Boyd

Mitch met Diane at a bar. She was funny, intelligent and beautiful. They clicked right away. He sensed she was the one. Diane had two kids, a little boy and a little girl, by her ex-husband, but Mitch didn’t care. As their relationship deepened, she told him how she was having a custody battle with her ex over who got custody of their kids. She said her ex had more money and with a better lawyer got temporary custody of them.

Diane told Mitch how her ex-husband, who looked like a nice guy, was really a son of a bitch and often beat the shit out of her. He thought to himself how he’d kick her ex-husband’s ass if he ever laid a hand on her again.

One day, months later, Diane called Mitch crying. She said her ex had punched her and molested her kids, and how she wished he was dead. The seed planted, he kept thinking about killing her ex until Diane called him about her ex threatening to kill her; then he decided to act.

When her kids were with her for an overnight stay, he drove to her ex-husband’s home in the country, knocked on his door, and when he answered, fired six bullets into his head. Mitch dragged his dead body to his car folded it and shoved it into the trunk of his car. He cleaned up blood inside the ex’s house and drove to Walmart and bought a shovel.

After that, he drove a hundred miles away and buried the ex under a dark night sky in a remote woods a state away. He was sure, as far as anyone would know, the ex was just a missing person and that no one would find his corpse.

Mitch got away with the crime, but his relationship with Diane fizzled out. She had no use for him after he told her he killed her ex-husband. He’d served his purpose. Now day and night his killing her ex-husband plagues his conscience, and he believes the ex wasn’t the bad man Diane claimed he was. He believes she conned him into killing an innocent man.

Sometimes he feels he should confess his crime to the police, but changes his mind when he thinks about being in prison for life. And even though he became religious, he worries about going to hell.

Bob Boyd

Jennifer was visiting her grandmother’s grave on a sunny day in October with flowers in her hand to put at the grave site. Birds were singing in trees overhead. A slight breeze blew across the manicured grass the headstones sat on. Then all of a sudden the birds went quiet and Jennifer got an eerie feeling that someone or something was watching her.

She looked behind her and saw a black humanoid phantom rising out of a grave. Its glowing red eyes glared at her as it menacingly drew near her. She dropped the flowers and sprinted out of the cemetery without looking back until she was far from the cemetery and saw the black phantom had not followed her.

That night she saw the phantom in a nightmare, its red eyes glaring and glowing, and she could not move. Just as it floated toward her and grabbed her, she woke up screaming. Later that morning, she felt terribly weak as if her life were being drained out of her. She went to the ER, and after a series of tests, was diagnosed with terminal cancer.

She never saw the phantom in a nightmare after that, but wonders if it caused her cancer, or if, God forbid, it is the malignant cancer inside of her, or if the nightmare of the phantom and the terminal cancer were merely coincidental.

Bob Boyd

My ex-friend, Sal, who was a fanatical fan of vampire movies, talked me into driving to Transylvania County, NC with him. Given the vampiric reputation that Transylvania, Romania has, I had misgivings about going to its NC county namesake, just in case.
I know this may sound superstitious, but have you ever had a feeling that something bad could happen, kind of like a premonition? That’s what I had, and I wish I had been mistaken.

To Sal, it was all just for a joke to tell his friends he’d
been to Transylvania, as if he’d been to the one in Romania. But I know from dealing with dark energies, that it’s unwise to joke about dark things, and when you go looking for the paranormal, the paranormal might come looking for you.

It took three hours to get there from Greensboro, and the day had turned into night. And the moment we drove over the county line, I started feeling unsettling, eerie vibes that I told Sal about. Sal thought I was just being a superstitious pussy, and I tried to convince myself that he was right, not wanting to spoil his fun.

Moments later, three vampires dropped out of the sky. With vampiric power, they stopped the car and ripped the front doors off. One of them seized Sal. The others tried to grab me, but shrank away in horror. The vampires flew off with Sal screaming, blood dripping from his neck, and despite months of searches, even with dogs, Sal was never seen again.

And I will be ever thankful that on that day that the vampires got Sal, I was wearing a crucifix and had stuffed my pockets with the super potent Chesnok Red garlic, renown for its effectiveness as a vampiric repellent.

And if you ever come to NC, think twice about going to Transylvania County unless you take protective measures like I did. You might want to bring a hammer and a wooden stake, just in case. If you have type O-positive blood, you will be in greater danger. Sal, bless his soul, had O-positive, and it attracts creatures of the night like bees to nectar.

My name is Franklin Pendelton Jr., future politician, and I approve of this true story.

After the first abduction when the aliens came through his bedroom walls, kidnapped, examined and probed him, he decided to find a way to repel them. He prayed his heart out to God for a remedy. Soon after, he smelled the scent of onions. He knew his prayer had been answered and bought bags of onions from his local grocery store.

He hung the onions all over his house concentrating on his bedroom. He ate an onion a day for additional protection.

A fortnight later, the aliens returned, big and little greys floating through his bedroom walls. But instead of abducting him, they coughed and threw up. Then like vampires melting in the sun, they evaporated into the air and were gone.

He kept the onions in his house as well as eating an onion a day for a year. Satisfied the onions had worked and the aliens were not coming back, he ceased the practice and never had any trouble with aliens again.

Bob Boyd

Missy was a camping enthusiast and had all the latest camping equipment. In 2020, she found an ideal place to camp deep in a secluded forest far from any party goers who used the forest to party, play loud music, and get drunk in. To her that was a desecration, and there was always the possibility of trouble if you camped anywhere near them.

When she pitched her tent and settled in for the night, she sensed something outside her tent, something that felt evil. She peered out her tent hidden by the tent’s folds. She suppressed a scream when she saw it. Head of a dog, body of a man, terrifying eyes, yellow and glowing, about nine feet tall. And it was tip toeing toward her.

She felt it intended to kill her, and the knife she carried would not be enough to save her. But just as the beast got a few feet from her tent, a loud moaning howl pieced the air, which got the beast’s attention. As it turned it’s head toward the eerie howl, a massive ape-like creature with a near human face pounced on it.

She wanted to run away from the fighting beasts but was afraid if she did, they’d stop fighting and run after her.

After a few minutes of growls, snarls, and back and forths on the night ground, the dog beast was dead, and the ape-like beast rose up. It looked at her harmlessly, and in her mind she heard this: “You need to get out of here. It’s not safe.”

Than the beast seemed to vanish into the air.

Missy, her heart palpitating, her hands trembling, and a little in shock, dissembled her tent, packed up her belongs, and ran out of the forest faster than she’d ever run in her life.

And she never went camping again.

Bob Boyd

My ex-girlfriend always hiked alone. I never liked her hiking in forests and parks by herself and, though I don’t care about hiking, I offered to go with her, but she insisted she only hiked alone.

Despite that, I used to follow her when she went hiking, and for a guy who didn’t like hiking, I was good at keeping out of her sight as if I were like a ninja.

The last time she went hiking and I was following her, a glowing UFO appeared above her and lifted her up into it. I yelled and ran toward the UFO, but it zoomed away and vanished into the sky.

A day later, my girlfriend returned home acting as if nothing had happened. She chided me when I told her what I saw, and something was off about her.

That night when we went to bed, I dreamed of her being sucked into the UFO and woke up shaking. I turned to her and screamed. Instead of her, a reptile-like alien was on her side of her bed. But when I screamed it shape shifted back into my girlfriend or what had been my girlfriend who smiled and told me I’d been seeing things.

I wanted to buy a gun and shoot that thing that I knew wasn’t my girlfriend, but it occurred to me that if I shot it dead it might remain looking like my girlfriend, and even an autopsy might nor reveal it wasn’t her. So I changed my mind about killing it, and left my and my girlfriend’s home for good.

Since then I’ve made calls to the police, the FBI and anybody who might help me. But, I can tell they all think I’m crazy and talk to me just to humor me, and I feel like there’s a hole in my heart filled with anguish from not knowing what happened to my girlfriend, whether she’s dead or held captive. It’s worse that there’s no way I can help her or rescue her

I keep hiking to where she was abducted by the UFO, hoping it will abduct me to where my girlfriend is if she’s still alive.

So far no luck.

Bob Boyd

The gang of three robbers had been watching the old woman’s home for a week planning their robbery of the fortune she was said to have in her home. One of the robbers had remarked, “The old hag looks like a witch.” The others agreed and laughed.

Another said, “She’s so old she looks like she’s already freakin’ dead,” which was true. She was 99 years old and emaciated like a corpse.

On the night they planned to rob her house, they quietly broke into her home through a downstairs window when they knew she’d be asleep in her upstairs bedroom. In the casing of her house, they had seen her bedroom lights turned off at 9pm each night.

“Easy peasy,” one of them said. “Like stealing cookies from a kid,” said another.

Immediately after that, the air in the room became cold and heavy, breathing became difficult. The three robbers look at each other, fear in their eyes. “This is getting too damn spooky; maybe we should get the hell out of here,” one of them said.

“No way”, said another. “We still got a goldmine here.”

Then the room became dark like onyx, and each of the robbers felt enormous waves of fatigue spread over them with an attendant fear. They tried to run out of the house but were too weak. As the fatigue increased, they felt as if their lives were being sucked out of them. Then each of them heard a maniacial cackling in their ears before they fell to the floor dead.

A smile spread across the old widow’s face as she lay in her bed and bloomed into a woman decades younger.

Bob Boyd

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This blog is now for mini short stories under 1,000 words.

I met my husband at the University of Maryland. Our eyes locked, and I knew we’d get married.
Sometimes your heart just knows it will be real. He was studying pre-med. I was a Liberal Arts major. We got married while in college. I’ll never forget that day.

I dropped out of college, worked as a secretary To help pay for his education and a comfortable life. A year after he became a doctor, he began to change. I noticed little things at first, bigger things later, and with my woman’s intuition I suspected an affair.

I came home early from work one day and caught him in our bed with another woman. I kicked him out of the house after that. He didn’t care, said I’d gotten boring and fat. I couldn’t control my anger thinking about how I’d given up everything to help him become a doctor who cheated on faithful me. I obsessed and obsessed over what he did to me. It got so bad that when I was out driving and saw him and his girlfriend smiling and laughing, walking along a sidewalk happy and holding hands, I went crazy and plowed into them with my car and drove back and forth over them until they were dead.

Now I’m in the Maryland Correctional Institution for Women wishing I’d never met him, at least he and his slut are dead.

Bob Boyd