It was early morning when Kate received a phone call from her lover, Tom. When she answered he sounded distressed, breathing heavily. “What’s the matter?” Kate asked. “I’m in trouble,” he mumbled “I need to see you tonight.” “Ok, but you’re scaring me.” Kate replied. The phone crackled and went dead. “TOM! TOM!” she shouted but there was no answer.

Kate waited all day. The weather was getting worse and she was starting to worry. Rain started to pound on the windows and the power went out. After lighting some candles, Kate sat in the chair by the fire as the broken shutters rattled against the windows. The noise became so intense she covered her ears with her hands. She watched the shadows dance as she waited for her love. She grabbed for the phone, her hands turning white. The air turned cold and the candles went out. A tapping on the window between the clatter of the shutters caught Kate’s attention. She went to the window and pulled back the curtains. There stood a dark figure moving closer, getting bigger.


The face of a clown came into view. It breathed on the glass and wrote, Your soul belongs to me. Quickly she shut the curtains, ran and hid quietly. She breathed, frozen with fear in the darkened room. Hearing the door close, she expected it to be her lover. “TOM!” she cried, “I’m in here!” A voice replied, “It’s ok, my love, I’m here now.” Kate sighed in relief and sat back in her chair by the fire as she felt hands touching her shoulders and caressing her neck. “Kiss me,” she said, but there was no reply. Then a hand wrapped around her neck, began to squeeze. She cried out, tried to shout but was unable to catch her breath.

The clown figure appeared, with sharp teeth and bad breath. Laughing loudly, he placed a blade on her thigh. “Why?” She barely gets the word out. He simply replied with, “Tonight bitch you’re gonna die.” The painted monster grabbed the blade, which glinted in the moonlight. He began to sever Kate’s throat. As she struggled blood began to cover the chair where she sat. There was a gurgling sound as she took her last breath.

Just as the clown was about to cut Kate’s scalp, he heard the door open. “KATE! KATE! I’m here!” shouted Tom. The clown quickly sat Kate upright in the chair and disappeared into the shadows as Tom walked into the room. He whispered, “Kate, are you asleep?” As he got closer, he touched her shoulder and her body slumped onto the floor.

Screaming her name, he cried, “Who did this? Help! Help!” As he reached for his phone, he heard a voice say, “Hello.” “Who’s there?” Tom asked. “I’m your nightmare,” the clown said. “Stop fucking around! Who’s there?” Tom shouted moving closer to the shadow in the corner. Then suddenly Tom felt a sharp pain in his back. His body started to shudder.  “Now you can join your little bitch” said the clown, dragging his knife all the way up Tom’s spine, splitting his carcass in two. His body fell to the floor.

The clown moved closer to this line and said, “Whoever’s reading this is next.”

Copyright © #horrorsquadww 2013


On a rainy night Rachel stands at a bus stop waiting for the next bus, when a stranger stood beside her and asks “What time is it?” Rachel replies, “Eleven”, slightly blushing as he was quite attractive, “When’s the next bus?” she continues. “Not for another thirty minutes, would you like to take a walk with me?” he responds. Rachel thinks for a moment “Sure, I only live ten minutes away.”

So they set off talking and giggling, as they approached Rachel’s house, both soaked through from the rain, the stranger accepts her invitation to come in for coffee and to dry off. When in the kitchen Rachel takes off her top and puts the kettle on. As she turns to put a dry top on he grabs her by the throat, smashing her head on the table. He moves in close, his lips and hers nearly touching, with a blade pressed against her chest. She feels the pulse pumping in her neck, slowly he pushes the blade; tearing her skin, she bites her lip, grips a chair, trying to keep the screams in. Her eyes blurry, a tear starts to form and he catches it with his tongue. Dragging her from the chair through to the bedroom, he ties her half-naked body to the bed kneeling over her. He grabs her petite jaw, pulling her mouth open and begins to pour hot wax down her throat from the candles in the room. As she gurgles in pain he pours more, then puts out the flames on her bare skin.

As the burns on her skin start to sear she lay slowly dying, shedding another a tear. He leans in closer bodies touching, he whispers in her ear “love is pain” and takes the blade, digging it in again, and again. Covered in blood he kisses her on the lips, stands and quickly leaves, back to the bus stop – to wait for another victim.


In an old abandoned house, or so people thought, something beyond this world lived, in the form of a young girl. She sits rocking in a small chair, ragged, bloody, bare in her hands. Slight moonlight through the window, shadows dancing on the wall, as the shadows danced blood dripped from the walls spelling out words of evil.

A young man called Steve, a paranormal expert, was curious about the house had gone to investigate some of the things that had been said. Placing his hand on the door handle he began to shiver and as the door opened he saw the girl. Slowly her head turned and those black eyes burned, and as those black eyes burned, like hell itself, the room became cold and began to shake paralysing Steve in the doorway, squeezing the life from his body. Holding his throat trying to breathe. The girl stood and started to walk towards him all the while eyes burning brighter, the closer she got the pressure on Steve’s body got greater, his eyes and ears now starting to bleed, skin starting to burn as his blood boiled beneath. The girl stopped just two feet from his slowly dying body she knelt down in front of him clutching a teddy bear and began to hum a sinister tune. All Steve could do was squirm in pain as she hummed the tune over and over again then, slowly he took his last breath, as the little girl took him to his death.

To this day Steve’s body has never been found and nobody ever goes back to the house, but on the eve of the full moon if you listen closely as you pass you can hear the tune floating in the air.