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Stalker Farms 1st Annual Horror Short Contest
I work for a haunt attraction in Snohomish WA called "Stalker Farms". It is an immersive experience haunt with story lines and characters, so we are looking for stories, back stories, tall tales, feverish recollections, bad dreams haunting memories... Write a horror story that creates a tale of horror around one, two, or all of the characters described herein. We will link from our Facebook to your entries on Prose to get you more readers! These are short stories, we are looking for up to 500 words max. Our staff will pick a winner. If anyone lives in Western Washington then we will comp tickets to anyone that enters a submission and wants to come out. The winner gets $100. Good luck! Write a story about any or all of the following characters: Suzie - The golden child of the Slasher family. She is spoiled rotten to the core. Her demented giggles taunt her play mates. Over 30 years old but she still doesn’t look a day over eight. Chuck - A butcher that takes a lot of pride in his cuts. He is known for his barbecue, just don't mind pulling a few human hairs out of your teeth. Make sure you don't complain or you will find yourself unlucky enough to be served next. Eski - No bloody sacrifice is enough to appease the terrible craving for blood demanded by this horror, born of a thousand tortured soul's tormented screams.

Sleeping on the Job

I was seated, resting during my lunch. Pulled pork sandwich with lots of spicy barbeque sauce. Working at a deli had its perks, plus it was really good meat. A pickle on the side. Crunch! Salty vinegar taste and then a sip from my soda to wash it down. Afterwards, I wash my hands and get back to work. It was nice job, I could make a life in this town. It’s beautiful out here.

No one can escape their demise, no matter how hard they may try.

The cold air made it feel like a stabbing pain as I breathed in and out.

“It was just so bright here.” I whispered to myself, sounding faint in this cold place.

It was torturous. I heard a hiss behind me, creaking and jingling. The beast wanted to devour me and I knew that I couldn’t run fast enough to get away, no matter how hard I tried. It all felt rather dooming.

Then I jolted awake with a start, lifting my head from the counter. The store was empty and the lights dangling from the ceiling swayed. It was good that I hadn’t been caught sleeping on the job.

Slow time of day in a, sort of, slow town. I’m not sure how much excitement I was expecting with this job, the way the economy was around here. Normal clientele were older folks who’d been coming here for years. Though, there never seemed to be anyone new who came in more than once. Older folks were used to the way things were around here and the young ones figured it out soon enough.

There was always something to be done though. The delivery truck was here. I was supposed to help unload boxes from the refrigerated truck to help Chuck, my boss, since he isn’t as spry as he used to be. It was about as exciting working here as it was working at a morgue.

He always let me eat lunch here for free though and he wasn’t a bad conversationalist when you caught him in the right mood. I always helped haul boxes over to the hand truck, unafraid of some extra muscle, might impress a lady. Though, the only ladies that came by this shop were in their seventies.

I go to the back, near the freezer where Chuck’s office is, a corkboard with flyers haphazardly pinned to it and the freezer door. It was cracked open slightly.

Better fix that.

I wasn’t really allowed back there, so I went to close the door. It didn’t close, so I opened it a little further to slam it. Bodies. Further in I go.

A sigh comes from behind me, before I turn though. I feel something hard slam into the back of my head. Crunch. My vision swam and the bright, cold room become dark and I feel warm once again, almost like a dream. Disappointing.

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