Category: Fiction Stories

After my wife was buried in Lakewood Cemetery, she showed up at our front door the next day, dirt and grass falling off her. I said to her, “What? Do you think you’re Jesus now?”

“No,” she said, “I just got bored lying in that box in the ground all day.”

I said, “I can see your point, but you’re supposed to be dead.”

“Um, ya, but being dead got boring too.”

At that point, my mind began doing flip flops; my vision got blurry; my nerves got frayed; my extremities began to tremble, and I remembered I hadn’t taken my meds. I staggered to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, and, shaking, gulped down all my happy pills.

My physical and mental faculties restored, I returned to where my wife was standing, and she was gone. And I vowed never to forget to take my meds again.

Bob Boyd

My girlfriend Mandy went on a ghost tour. I didn’t go. I didn’t believe in ghosts. I saw stories about ghosts and haunted houses as made up nonsense. Mandy didn’t return home the night of the ghost tour. I searched everywhere for her, called her parents, and talked to the tour leader who said she’d been fine after the tour.

Two days later, Mandy returned. She said her name was Angela, and everything about her had changed, as if she’d become an entirely new person. Her voice, her expressions and even her words were all different. Her change was scary and eerie. I hoped it was just a temporary condition that would end with a little time, and I’d have my Mandy back again. I hoped she hadn’t gone insane.

With some research, I learned a woman named Angela died in one of the houses the tour visited. She had hung herself to death after killing her husband and baby with a kitchen knife while they slept. Desperate, thinking Mandy had become possessed, I contacted a priest, Father Michael, who said he’d try to help but couldn’t visit us until a couple of days.

But before Father Michael could come to help, I woke up one night and saw Mandy standing over me with a kitchen knife holding it with two hands raised above her head, her eyes looking empty and evil. She backed off when I yelled at her, but I didn’t sleep for the rest of the night and told Mandy about Father Michael.

The next day while I was at work, Mandy had gone back to the house Angela died in. The caretaker of the house found her hanging on the end of a rope, dead, a ghoulish expression on her pale face.

I’ll never get over Mandy’s suicide. I have no doubt she was possessed by Angela’s evil spirit. I blame myself for not doing more to help her. I pray to God for her daily, hoping Angela’s evil spirit didn’t drag Mandy down to some hellish place in the afterlife.

Bob Boyd

Phil began seeing dead people in dreams, people he had known who newly passed away, people he knew were recently deceased but had never known. Each night, he saw a parade of the dead passing through his eerie dreams. He tried thinking of pleasant things before falling asleep with the hope of derailing the dreams of the dead but unsuccessfully. He estimated in the course of a month he saw 30 or more dead people in dreams.

It was worrying to him that in those dreams the dead seemed inanimate and an ashen color, as if in death people remained dead in spirit corpses.

In one of the dreams, he saw an ex-girlfriend who looked the same as the others, and who always wanted to get back with him. He tried to communicate with her but there was no response, like trying to talk to a corpse.

From these dreams, he deduced that when you die you are dead in body and in spirit and there are no heavens or hells, and that all the talk about moving on to other existences in the afterlife was disturbingly untrue. The dead were dead in the here and hereafter.

And when Phil died shortly after those dreams, he lost consciousness of himself and awareness of where he was. A month later, like waking up from sleep, he regained his consciousness in a pristine paradise and saw that his soul took time to resurrect from the death of the body that housed it. He saw all those dead people in his dreams all come to life again in that spiritual paradise as well.

Bob Boyd

One night when Evan was jogging, he took a shortcut through a small, old cemetery to get home quicker. He didn’t believe in ghosts and had no problem jogging through a burial ground of only deceased people. Unlike many of his friends, he wasn’t spooked out by cemeteries from overdosing on horror movies.

He jogged into the cemetery on the paved pathway surrounded by headstones, some new, some old. A rabbit ran in front of him and gave him a slight scare. He laughed to himself for feeling fear from a harmless, unexpected rabbit and was surprised to see a rabbit hanging around a cemetery.

Halfway through the cemetery, he saw the rabbit again. Seeming incredibly tame, it hopped toward him. He smiled and stopped jogging to pet the rabbit and thought about making a pet out of it. But when he went to pet the rabbit, it morphed into a ten-foot tall, horned creature with orange eyes and fingernails like knives. Evan screamed and started sprinting out of the cemetery faster than he’d ever run in his life. When he looked back, the horned monster had vanished and only the hopping rabbit remained.

Back home, he went to bed still shocked but relieved he’d escaped whatever that morphing rabbit was. In the middle of the night, he was awakened by a loud scratching on his front door. When he went to the door, he saw the rabbit from the cemetery in his security camera. Somehow the rabbit knew he was looking at it. It stared at him, as if it could see him through the camera. It morphed back into the ten-foot tall, horned monster, orange eyes blazing, and bellowed, “Sooner or later, I’ll have your soul.”

Bob Boyd

It was a wonderful honeymoon, the beginning of a great life with his new, beautiful bride. They honeymooned in a mountain resort, rustic and idyllic. They made love, dined in the quaint restaurant, and went for a hike to the top of the mountain.

The air was country fresh, birds chirped, a slight breeze ruffled his wife’s long auburn hair. He hugged her and told her he loved her. She said I love you too.

They hiked to a nearby cliff with a spectacular view of the ocean. Tall pointed rocks jutted up from below. HIs wife said, “Look! You won’t believe this!” He dashed to her side, said, “What are you looking at?”

“Way down there about 50 yards below,” his wife said.

He peered precariously over the cliff, screamed, and saw the jutting rocks rising up fast at him after his wife pushed him off the cliff to his impending, certain death. She cackled like an evil witch watching his body smashed to death on the rocks.

She told the police it was an accident. Since she seemed so sweet and incapable of malice, they bought her lie, and she was never charged with the murder of her new husband.

A year later she married a man in another state and talked him into honeymooning in the mountains.

Bob Boyd

While staying at my apartment for a weekend, my new girlfriend, Brie, told me she astral traveled and had been to Jupiter and Mars. I had my doubts about her unbelievable claim. I just couldn’t accept she had left her body and went on, so to speak, astral plane field trips to other planets. I didn’t press her about her crazy claims. I played along with her story.

I said, “Isn’t it risky to leave your body like that? What if you got lost out there and couldn’t find your way back, or what if an evil entity tried to enter your body while you were out of it?

“No way”, Brie said. “I’ve been doing this for years. Never got lost or seen any evil entities. Matter of fact, tonight I’m going to travel to Neptune.”

“Really?” I said.

“Yes, really, and I’ll tell you all about it when we wake up tomorrow.”

I went to bed with her that night wondering what kind of story she’d concoct in the morning.

That morning she didn’t wake up. She wasn’t dead, her heart was beating. I wondered if she’d really left her body and got lost traveling so far. Her condition was too coincidental to be just medical; I was certain her body was unoccupied, and I didn’t know what to do. I was freaking out. I felt I had no other choice but to call 911.

At the hospital, the doctor said she was comatose, and had to stay there as the doctors tried to revive her. I felt that what he said about the coma was untrue but was relieved that at least she was safe in the hospital and maybe the doctors were right.

A year went by, she remained comatose, and the doctors declared she expired. At her wake, as if rising from the dead, she sat up in the coffin smiling, alive, and back from her extended trip to Neptune.

Bob Boyd

They met in college and knew they were right for each other. She was an Art Major. He was years away from being an MD. They dated for a year and married. She dropped out of college to work full time and support him through his years of study to become a doctor.

Thanks to her, he got through med school with very little debt when he became a doctor. A year later, he began acting differently. She knew something was wrong, and he wasn’t as attentive to her.

She had the disturbing feeling he was cheating on her but couldn’t prove it. He was taking too many allegedly work related trips, and he often stayed at work late.

One day when she unexpectedly came home after lunch, she saw his car and an unknown car in their yard. She opened her front door and heard what was unmistakably her husband having sex with a woman in their bedroom. She ran upstairs told the half naked woman to get the hell out of her house.

She said to her husband, “How could you do this to me?”

He said, “You’ve gotten fat and boring.”

She said, “We’re through, packed up her things and drove to her parents house to stay there until she could get a place of her own.”

Though done with him, her anger morphed into rage. She thought about how she had given up everything to put him through med school. She thought about what an ungrateful son of a bitch he was. Then she got a little crazy.

She began driving around their city to try to find him with her. She had taken her father’s hand gun out of its gun cabinet and had it on the passenger seat of her car. She hadn’t any intentions to shoot her husband. She just wanted to frighten him.

But when she saw her husband and his slut girlfriend walking hand and hand on Oak Street outside the restaurant she and her husband used to dine at, she went even more crazy and changed her plans. Driving behind them, she blasted her car toward them and hit them both with it. When they were both injured on the ground, she drove her car back and forth over them until they both were dead.

She sped away after that and vanished without any clues to where she had gone. Despite five years of searching with many tips to her whereabouts, the police have never found her and have no idea where she fled to.

But somewhere in a seaside village, with her blond hair dyed black and her blue eyes covered with brown-eyed contacts, she paints portraits for a living and lives with a Swedish man who is a writer.

Bob Boyd

A feeder goldfish got hit in the head on the rim of an aquarium when dumped into the aquarium filled with over a hundred other feeder goldfish. That strike on his head awakened a telepathic psychic power inside the feeder goldfish and the awareness of his impending fate – fish food for bigger fish.

He spent weeks dodging nets that caught the other feeder goldfish that spelled their doom. He tried with all his psychic energy to send out mental SOSes to pet store customers with the hope they’d feel his telepathic pleas to rescue him. But their minds were too dense with worldly affairs and not refined enough for his telepathic messages to get through.

When a sensitive named Bob Boyd entered the fish section of the pet store, the psychic feeder goldfish’s second sight told him his savior had arrived. He sent the psychic SOS into Bob Boyd’s mind but the telepathy was too weak for him to hear the SOS in his head.

Bob had come to the pet store to buy a fancy goldfish. As he was looking at the many beautiful choices, he glanced at the feeder goldfish aquarium and felt drawn to a particular fish that seemed to be staring at him. He didn’t know why, but he unexpectedly felt a desire to save the feeder fish from its awful fate. But changed his mind when the sales person arrived to scoop out one of the fancy goldfish for him.

The psychic feeder goldfish redoubled his efforts with stronger and more sustained concentration. And just as Bob Boyd had picked out the fancy goldfish and was about to buy it, the feeder goldfish’s SOS appeared in his mind: help … help … please save me … help … help ….

He told the sales person he changed his mind and wanted the feeder goldfish instead. He bought it and saved its life and heard a little thank you in his head. And the feeder goldfish lived a happy life in a 50 gallon aquarium for the rest of his days and had many enjoyable telepathic conversations with his receptive fish keeper and friend, Bob Boyd.

Bob Boyd

My girlfriend Mandy went on a ghost tour with a friend. I didn’t go. I didn’t believe in ghosts. I saw stories about ghosts and haunted houses as made up nonsense.

Mandy didn’t return home the night of the ghost tour. I searched everywhere for her, called her parents, and talked to the tour leader who said she’d been fine after the tour.

Two days later, Mandy returned. She said her name was Angela, and everything about her had changed, as if she’d become an entirely new person. Her voice, her expressions and even her words were all different. Her change was scary and eerie. I hoped it was just a temporary condition that would end with a little time, and I’d have my Mandy back again. I hoped she hadn’t gone insane.

With some research, I learned a woman named Angela died in one of the houses the tour visited. She had hung herself to death after killing her husband and baby with a kitchen knife while they slept. Desperate, thinking Mandy had become possessed, I contacted a priest, Father Michael, who said he’d try to help but couldn’t visit us until a couple of days.

But before Father Michael could come to help, I woke up one night and saw Mandy standing over me with a kitchen knife holding it with two hands raised above her head, her eyes looking empty and evil. She backed off when I yelled at her, but I didn’t sleep for the rest of the night and told Mandy about Father Michael.

The next day while I was at work, Mandy had gone back to the house Angela died in. The caretaker of the house found her hanging on the end of a rope, dead, a ghoulish expression on her pale face.

I’ll never get over Mandy’s suicide. I have no doubt she was possessed by Angela’s evil spirit. I blame myself for not doing more to help her. I pray to God for her daily, hoping Angela’s evil spirit didn’t drag Mandy down to some hellish place in the afterlife.

Bob Boyd

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