Month: November 2024

She wonders why they don’t understand that she’s not in the grave they are weeping over and talking to her at. Her husband who passed away years before her said, “That’s just how they are. They don’t really get it. And can you blame them? We didn’t get it either when people we knew died. We wept and talked to them at their graves too.”

The loved ones kept coming to the grave and talking to it as if her lifeless corpse buried there had alive ears to hear them. Never mind her body was buried deep in the ground and wouldn’t have been able to hear them even if her ears were still in working order.

She tried to poke through the veil between the living and the dead for a moment to let her loved ones know she was beside them and not in the ground and alive and happy. But her attempts were useless. The loved ones still thought she was under that tombstone and magically could hear them from six feet under the ground.

After a few more attempts to make contact with them, she gave up and took her husband’s hand and together they drifted through the light and into the heavens. From there she silently visited her loved ones in dreams where she smiled and hugged them to let them know she was happy and living blissfully in a better afterlife than she had ever know when she was alive on earth.

Bob Boyd

He’d been hiking during the winter and hadn’t expected a blizzard that day. He was dressed warmly but not warm enough for the coming storm. When he saw the first signs of it, snow falling fast on the trail and in the pine trees, he turned around to trek back to his car five miles away while the snow storm became more menacing and it got harder to see in front of him. The snow piled up on the ground fast and accumulated over and into his hiking boots. The temperature dropped, his socks were wet. and he began to freeze. He worried about his feet getting frostbitten or freezing to death.

He had trouble walking in the deep snow and the drifts until the snow became so deep he  struggled to get through it. He tried to continue on, but he fell in the snow and attempted to get up and fell in the snow again exhausted.

Through the increasing blizzard he spied a large dark form lumbering toward him. Frightened, he scrambled to get up and run but fell again. As the form drew nearer, he began to tremble in horror when he saw an apelike animal and realized it was the cryptid known as Bigfoot.  When the terrifying creature stood face to face with him, he screamed and passed out from fright and exhaustion. Awhile later,  he woke up and was sitting in his car with the heater on and Bigfoot had vanished.

Bob Boyd

The moon is full. I hear the howls. I know she is coming. I bar the doors and shudder. I hear the howls coming closer. Soon she’ll be at my front door. I cannot bear to peek out the window. The sight of her is too horrifying for me.

Now her howls are almost deafening. She is scratching and pounding on my front door. I live remotely in a forest isolated from any neighbors and there is no one to help me.

I know she won’t kill me. I know somewhere inside that monstrous she beast a heart still beats with love for me.

I know when she transforms into that terrifying creature during full moons she wants me to become a monster too in a twisted act of moonlit love.

I thought my love was strong enough to keep loving her after she became a werewolf, but when she killed that entire family with three children, I had to leave her and move far away from her hunting grounds.

A month after I left she found me, and now she hunts near where I live on full moon nights. When the moon isn’t full, she is a sweet pretty woman who seems incapable of harming anyone. But I know better. I’ve seen her rip people apart with her claws and her fangs, and I want none of that.

She senses I still love her. She thinks one day I’ll give in and let her infect me with her lycanthropy and be with her again. And when she comes for me during those full moon nights I know she is putting spells on me with her howls and werewolf whines. Each full moon night I grow a little weaker. I hope I can hold out.

Bob Boyd

He had to leave her when she got too deep into black magic and voodoo dolls. She started making them when people pissed her off. At first the pins she stuck in the crudely made dolls didn’t work, but it was bothersome to him. He felt like her growing obsession was a sign of her gradually losing her mind and it was beginning to creep him out.

Things got worse when the pins and the voodoo dolls seemed to be working. She made a doll of an annoying, old lady neighbor and a day later the neighbor died, supposedly of natural causes. Then she made a voodoo doll of a comedian she said had disrespected feminists. She stuck ten pins in its chest, and days later the news on TV reported he died of a massive heart attack.

He told he she had become evil and he couldn’t be with her after that and he was leaving.

She smiled a wicked smile and told him if he left her, he’d be pinned for death next. The threat scared him. He believed she had gained the power to kill him with her a voodoo doll. He said he was going for a walk to think things over.

He came back with an oblong box in his hand and said he was staying.

“What’s in the box?” she asked?

He smiled wickedly and said, “You.”

He opened the box and pulled out a voodoo doll with a pin in its head. His girlfriend screamed and died of a brain aneurysm.

Bob Boyd

I don’t know what demon world it came from or what could have made that ungodly terror. It was called Jackal Man. It debuted at a camping ground a man and his wife and children were camping on. It tore them to death, ripped them into bloodied shreds, while they slept in their tent. A day later armed park rangers spotted the Jackal Man, but it slipped away too fast for them to pursue and kill it. Then it mysteriously disappeared into the dense forest and the rangers lost its trail.

It claimed ten other victims after that and evaded capture, as if it vanished into another dimension. It tried to get my sister, Cindy. She heard it barking and howling in the woods behind her house. Cindy is kind of crazy, and lacks the fear that most humans have. She’s only  5’2″ tall, but what she lacks in size, she makes up in courage and cunning.

She peeked outside her bedroom window and saw Jackal Man looking her way. Rather than scream in horror. Cindy grabbed her shotgun and marched out out of her house and into to her backyard. The Jackal Man must have underestimated her because she is so petite and harmless-looking. He charged her howling loud as thunder. Cindy, unnerved, took aim and blasted it in the heart twice. The Jackal Man staggered back a few steps, grabbed its blood-soaked chest, whined, howled one last time, and died.

I forgot to mention, and maybe this sounds unbelievable and crazy, Cindy is a cryptid hunter. She has three kills to date counting Jackal Man, a Dogman, and a Jersey Devil. When asked why Jackal Man was in her backyard? She said, when you start hunting cryptids, they start hunting you.

Bob Boyd

Professor Remus knew the vampire was coming for him. He enraged it when he killed three of its fanged minions. He kept his battle cross handy at all times prepared for the impending attack. He’d taken down six vampires in the last year. He looked forward to trying to take out the most powerful vampire of all times.

He used the word trying because he knew this vampire was known as The Super Vampire, and seven vampire hunters had died trying to kill him. He wasn’t taking any chances with it. He had his two-foot battle cross at hand and his  holy crucifix around his neck, and he had other strategies.

The Super Vampire came when the professor was asleep. He quietly slipped in through a locked window. He had the power to move through matter. Locked windows, even walls no problem for him.

The professor only feigning sleep sprang out of his bed and put his two-foot cross in the vampire’s face. The vampire laughed, snatched the cross out of the professor’s hands and broke it in two, splinters flew in the air. The professor’s power cross destroyed, he back away from the smiling vampire and ran into another room.

The vampire pursued him, but just when he began to enter the room, professor Remus rammed a stake dipped in holy water into the fanged creature’s heart. The vampire shrieked and tried to pull the stake out of his heart right before the professor pulled an ax from the side of the door and chopped off the vampire’s head and ended The Super Vampire and all his vampire minions. When news reached the townspeople, they shouted hail to professor Remus, Vampire Hunter Extraordinaire!

Bob Boyd

I didn’t want to go on the haunted house tour with my girlfriend Becky. I only went because I was in love with Becky, and you make compromises for love. The first three alleged haunted houses you couldn’t go inside. They might as well have been unhaunted houses as boring as they had been.

The last house we got to go in. That house was spooky. We briefly heard a strange sound like a woman whispering, and we felt like we were being watched. We learned a woman named Miranda Beeks who was visiting America from Scotland hung herself to death there. We didn’t see the ghost of Miranda Beeks, but I got an uneasy feeling she was still there haunting the place. I was glad to get out of there.

On the ride home Becky sat up boltright in her car seat, and said I just had a vision of Miranda Beeks. “She killed herself because the man she was going to marry left her for another woman!”

“You’re kidding me,” I said.

“No, Bob, I’m serious. I saw her do it too, and it was awful!”

I didn’t believe her, but I let it go after that and dropped her off at her parent’s house where she lived.

That night when I went to bed I had a nightmare about Miranda Beeks in which she was a red-eyed female demon chasing Becky. I woke up that morning rattled by the nightmare.

I turned on the TV and saw on the news Becky had hung herself to death in her parents house. I was shocked and went a little crazy! That evening I burned down the house Miranda Beeks killed herself in hoping I sent her soul to hell.

Bob Boyd

Angelica had winsome ways that charmed me and she seemed otherworldly. Her angelic beauty enchanted me. But everything changed on a fateful, unfortunate day when she met my dog, Bo. He growled at her when he saw her, which baffled me. I thought to myself, Bo, this is an angel in human form. What the hell is the matter with you? In Angelica’s forgiving, gracious way, she said, “It’s okay. He just needs time to get used to me.

A week later poor Bo died and I wept. I couldn’t believe Bo, who’d been a healthy dog, was gone. I thought maybe he had a congenital heart defect, and his ticker just gave out.

A few days after Bo passed, I saw him in a dream. He had increased intelligence, and he painted a scene in my dreaming mind. I saw Angelica put poison in his food and kill him with it.

Then Bo wagged his tail and melted away. I woke up that morning in disbelief. Yet that small voice within me wondered if what Bo showed me was true. And I wondered if putting Angelica as the recipient of my life insurance policy money had been a mistake.

I didn’t tell Angelica about the dream. After all, it was just a dream. But the next night I saw Bo in a dream he painted another scene in my mind, I saw Angelica putting poison in my morning coffee and I saw myself die. I woke sweating and panicking. Then I reminded myself it was just a dream and stopped worrying about it.

That morning Angelica made me and her coffee. When she walked away, I switched the cups just in case. I drank her cup. She drank mine turned blue and died.

Bob Boyd

He hadn’t seen it coming, his wife having him shot to death by her new lover. Dead and a ghost he couldn’t believe it, that she had done that to him. When in spirit he saw her celebrating his death with her lover in his bed, he grew enraged. He wished he could kick the shit out of both of them, but, alas, he was just a ghost unable to give them the beating or the killing they both deserved. Though a gentle person when he was alive, he became angrier and angrier now that he was dead and could only observe and hear his wife and her lover. Then he had a plan. He experimented with ghostly abilities to see what he could do. He wondered if he could somehow manifest in the life of the living and scare them both to death. He tried and tried and tried, but couldn’t do it. Then he learned he could do something else. He could literally get inside her head. It took him twenty-one days to make any progress. At first he got lost in her annoying thoughts unable to effect anything, angered even more by her thoughts of her lover and how she was going to spend all his insurance money. He was furious they got away with murdering him until he finally got completely inside her head and haunted her to death. But his plan backfired when she became a ghost and unexpectedly he was stuck with her bickering with each other for a hellish eternity.

Bob Boyd

Angela always got in trouble in school, but at least she wasn’t a bully. She never paid any attention to her studies, acted up in classes, got kicked out of school many times. The teachers said she’d go to jail someday even though she never got in trouble with the law. And she got D’s and F’s in her classes.

Then she met Miss May, a Social Studies teacher, who also could have been a psychologist. Gradually Angela warmed up to Miss May and she began to change. Miss May radiated love and kindness to a higher degree than most people and took a personal interest in her students. So much that even troubled Angela was impressed and inspired by her and began to change her life to be more like Miss May.

Her behavior changed as if she’d been reborn a better person a month after she was in Miss May’s class. Her grades went from D’s and F’s to C’s and B’s, eventually to all A’s. And she got accepted to a State Teachers College and become a Big Sister to a troubled girl like she had been. She credits Miss May for helping her better herself and raise her self esteem.

Sometimes it only takes one caring person to change a life.

Bob Boyd

Vivian knew it was risky taking that shortcut through the park at night, but she wanted to get home fast to see favorite TV show. She had walked through the park many nights and knew it well. Halfway through, she heard a howl. Fear consumed her. She began to walk faster. The howl sounded nearer. She feared to look behind her afraid of what she might see. She heard something with loud footfalls storming through the woods that framed the parkway. The howling grew louder. She got terrified, almost paralyzed with fear. She started running. The howls sounded closer.

Fifty feet from the end of the park, a werewolf with glowing red eyes appeared before her and she knew her young life of twenty years was going to end. Right before the werewolf growled, “Vivian!” And she knew it was the voice of her ex boyfriend Mark she hadn’t see in six years. She gasped and fainted. Mark, the werewolf under the full moon of that night, gently revived her, let her go, and raced into the night and tore another woman apart.

The next day Vivian went to the police station to report her encountered with her ex, Mark the werewolf. When she went through the automatic doors into the police station, she saw Mark the policeman at the reception desk. She nearly went into shock, but regained her senses, and dashed out of the police station and never took the shortcut through the park again.

Bob Boyd

In 2024 he heard something coming through his bedroom wall. Frightened, he sat up in bed. Too late. They got him. Reptilian aliens, scary as hell, kidnapped 45-year-old Ralph Cranston and floated back through the wall with him. He was amazed they could move him through a solid wall. He tried to scream but couldn’t make a sound. Somehow the Reptilians had silenced his voice. They whisked him away in a V-shaped flying ship to a secret location inside a mountain. As if mesmerized, he couldn’t move or protest when they put him in a life size tube in a semi-conscious state. He’s been there for six months and has no self-awareness, like being comatose. The Reptilians have have stored there and are turning him into a hybrid, melding him with an alien mind for when they plan to take over planet earth. It’s worse for humans they don’t kidnap. All of them will die when the Reptilians take over the world. Ralph and the rest of the hybrids will survive as the Reptilian’s slaves. Maybe the humans the Reptilians kill will be the lucky ones.

Bob Boyd

He had been a good husband, but that wasn’t good enough for her. She’d found a new man on social media and was preparing to leave him. She made excuses to be out of the house, meeting with a friend, joining a woman’s club. He had suspicions she was cheating on him but showed no signs of his distrust. He carried on with her as if everything was still okay in their marriage of ten years. He began spying on her social media account and discovered her paramour and her writing I love yous to each other. And he lost his mind.

She met her paramour at a swank hotel the next day. Her husband followed her unseen and planned to take her life with his glock he had hidden beneath his coat. He trailed her into the hotel and saw his wife kiss her paramour at the reception desk. He overhead the desk clerk say the room they would be in and stealthy followed them staying out of sight. He crept toward the hotel room cursed his wife and kicked the hotel room door in with his glock in hand. A commotion ensued, a single shot, then the room became silent, except for rapid footfalls down a fire escape.

In the morning he and his wife were dead. His wife’s paramour, a serial killer, had knifed them both to death and fled.

Bob Boyd

She paused before entering the house she was told was haunted. The audience screamed, “Don’t go in!” But she ignored them and entered the house. Of course, the monsters murdered her in a ghastly fashion. Unfortunately, the young woman playing the part acted the same way in real life. She went jogging in a secluded park after dark and real life monsters murdered her in a ghastly fashion. As the saying goes, sometimes art imitates life, sometimes life imitates art.

Bob Boyd