“Creepy Enough for You?”

“Creepy Enough for You?”

The day after Sam’s birthday, a package was delivered to his apartment. Inside, he found a card and an old, leather-bound book. The card said, “Creepy enough for you? Love, Julie.” Ah, cousin Julie. This should be good!

The pages in the book seemed to have just a few, handwritten sentences at the top. He read a few.

Page 23. “Mrs Eva Donald read 5 pages, and then the introduction. Made her eat glass until dead.”

Page 51. “Dr Ron Stephenson read the introduction immediately. Made him eat dirt until dead.”

Page 79. “Miss Julie Blackwood read 78 pages, but not the introduction.”

The following pages were empty. “Yeah, that’s plenty creepy, Julie” he said and smiled.

The introduction was a poem of sorts.

Stop reading, before I have you hooked,
I have warned you now, as is required of me,
and if you keep reading, then you have overlooked,
the power I already hold over thee.

The instant he finished reading, a command was soldered into his brain. The pain made him drop the book. Someone was screaming. Was it him?

Never mind. Only the command mattered now. He had to find nails. Lots and lots of nails.



Thanks for reading!

Written for theΒ Sunday Photo Fiction – October 9thΒ 2016

Our prompt was:


For more stories based on this prompt, go the linkup.

200 words.


19 thoughts on ““Creepy Enough for You?”

    1. Thanks Amanda, I’m glad you liked it! πŸ™‚ In this version of the story, Julie somehow obtained the book, read all the pages, and thought it’d be a fun read for her cousin who’s into creepy stuff too. In my original version, Julie was someone who wanted revenge on Sam. It got kind of convoluted, as my SO pointed out, and I agree. It’s a bit more straightforward this way, though very sad, since Julie loved her cousin Sam. … Oh yes, there will be more. Plenty of empty pages left in the book.. πŸ˜‰

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    1. Thanks Keith!

      Glad the cookbook was safe. πŸ™‚ Hmmm, interesting idea, though. A cursed cookbook that makes you blindly follow a recipe until you’re done, and you realize you’ve cooked something truly wicked. Also, why is your stomach stapled?

      Haha, great story! The concept applies very well to these flash fiction pieces too, cutting away all the excess, and then even more just to meet the word limit. Oh, how it hurts.


  1. It’s like those horror movies, where I’m yelling at the screen. Don’t read the introduction! Don’t read— Oh no, he’s reading the introduction! I appreciate that you didn’t tell us what he did with the nails. That was, it turns out, creepy enough for me already!

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    1. Hehe, yeah I know how frustrating that can be. πŸ™‚ Too bad Sam didn’t hear you! About the nails and what he did with them, I’ll leave that to your imagination. I bet it’s scarier than anything I can write… πŸ˜‰ Thanks for reading, Joy!

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