We asked you to Tweet us some spooky short stories. Here’s just the first batch from the massive response!
The challenge is still open – it closes on Halloween at 9am – so there’s still time to send us your attempt (remember to include the tag #sfxspooky ). But because we’ve had such a huge response already we thought we’d stick a few up now… if nothing else to encourage you to have a go.
First up is SFX ’s own effort (designed to give you an idea of what we were after) but from there on in, it’s all your work:
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• Don’t read this! I'm possessed! Can’t help myself! The evil spreads its seed through the words hidden in words! Don’t read! SFX
• We watch TV together. I hold your hand. We laugh at the show. You ask, so I make us tea. Were we this happy before I killed you? tonypressley
• As his last breath escaped him the irony didn’t; it was through the stab wound in his back that she ripped out his heart. iCoomber
• The phone beeped, Susan read the tweet DM – “I'm in the house, I'm going to kill you” – then the lights went out. linopolis
• Steve Bruce to keep managers job until 2525. flintsteel
• 5 down, 86 followers to go. @IwasntInvited is mine. If she’d let me kill her we’d be together but now I have to kill all of you. Chantal
• “I’m sorry, the Ghostbusters aren't available to take your call right now. Please leave a message after the beep.” kakapojayne
• My sweet girl changed once we married. Expected, natch. Now she regularly took my poison, the extra arms and legs grew strong... Cliff Chapman
• Saucer-eyed children, faces pale as milk, peer in the windows at night. They think to scare me into letting their friends out. damosays
• Finding the notes under the carpet were the last straw: “We can see them!” “We can a scare them!” DanShentonLives
• Falling, hollow echoes in the night. Cracks open revealing pasty meat. I poke it with a cattle prod to see it writhe. Gill Hawkes
• The wind howled with rage, rain hammered down on the roof. NO! They screamed… George Lucas is planning another Star Wars DVD. The_Hull_truth
• Dark. Woods. Alone. Lost. Creak. Movement? Fear. Run. Root. Trip. Fall. Turn. Look. Eyes. Knife. Slash. End. DoctorMark68
• Still, unmoving not a breath released he grew colder still. She strokes her child's face uncaring as his eyes open. KnaveoG
• There were no more tears. She no longer had eyes from which to cry them. Just empty sockets where the parasites had clawed in. Alan Smithee
• He could see the back of his head. Briefly. Until the creature pulled his optic nerve so tight it snapped. Charity-jane
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