My mother always tried to convince me to buy books she enjoyed as a kid, like “James and the Giant Peach,” but I always preferred picking out horror anthologies.
One of my favorite books growing up was Katherine Burt’s “The Scariest Stories You’ve Ever Heard, Part II.” It reminded me of some of my favorite scary movies and shows, like “Creepshow” and “Tales from the Darkside.”
I have channeled my creepy childhood to come up with a few ideas, inspired by regional issues and events, for a new anthology.
Behind the stall
Jennifer left the symposium anxious to bring the politically progressive principles she learned from her week in Los Angeles back to Charlotte.
She took such frantic notes on the last day, that she had to hit the bathroom on her way out to wash all the ink off her hands. But when she turned off the faucet, she heard faint laughter.
Jennifer looked over her shoulder toward the laughter, but she saw no feet in the stalls. The laughter continued.
She walked slowly to the first stall and pulled the door toward her. No one was there.
She opened the second stall. No one was there.
As she reached for the door of the third stall, the bathroom lights turned off and the laughter resumed much louder than before.
Dressed to impressed
The Charlotte-Mecklenburg Police Department found a bloodied body at Providence and Queens roads with a Pittsburgh Steelers jersey stuffed in his mouth.
After weeks of interviews, the lead detective makes a startling connection to that body and dozens of other violent crimes in the south Charlotte area over the past year. Friends and families of victims each said their loved ones had put embarrassing garments on the Hugh McManaway statue at the intersection.
Is it possible the statue comes to life to exact revenge on those who try to humiliate him?
‘IT’ could be worse
Colder weather didn’t deter Justin from walking around downtown Indian Trail eating a three-scoop ice cream cone. The wind blew one of the scoops off his cone, causing it to roll in front of the Civic Building.
As he quickly bent down to pick it up (in accordance of the two-second rule), he saw a clown wearing a suit and tie inside one of the Civic Building windows.
“I’ve got a scoop for you, Justin,” the clown said. “Come on inside and I’ll tell you all about it.”
“Who are you?” Justin asked.
“I guess you could say, I’m on the clown council,” he said, honking a handheld horn twice, before bearing his teeth, breaking through the window and biting Justin’s face off.
After three hours of illegally drinking alcohol and smoking marijuana with his friends Friday night at Squirrel Lake Park, Harvey struggled to stand up and walk over to the keg they had snuck in.
Harvey tripped over a rock and rolled toward a large tree. The fall not only caused him to vomit, but also wet his pants. His friends laughed at him, but their fun was short-lived.
No one had heard from Harvey or his friends ever again – until the trees at Squirrel Lake Park had to be cut down many years later for redevelopment. The skeletons of Harvey and his friends were found inside a cluster of trees.
Perhaps the trees had the munchies from the marijuana smoke or maybe they grew tired of man’s disrespect of nature.