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Audiobooks by Stories From The Attic
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Scary Story Collection
15 Short Scary Stories
Story 1: The Bees
Story 2: The Curse Of Abundance
Story 3: The Little People
Story 4: The Harm I’ve Done
Story 5: The Park At Midnight
Story 6: Shut In
Story 7: The Edge Of Holly Field
Story 8: Insta Scare
Story 9: Zoom Horror
Story 10: The Haunting
Story 11: Monsters
Story 12: Mr. Strings
Story 13: Clown Eater
Story 14: Graveyard Rising
Story 15: The Witch Tape
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Scary Stories Collection
10 Short Horror Stories
Story 1: Shut In
Story 2: The Edge Of Holly Field
Story 3: Insta Scare
Story 4: Zoom Horror
Story 5: The Haunting
Story 6: Monsters
Story 7: Mr. Strings
Story 8: Clown Eater
Story 9: Graveyard Rising
Story 10: The Witch Tape
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Tyler Street looked as though it hadn’t changed a bit since the last time Byron had been there. Same sidewalk cafe. Same trendy woman’s clothing store across the street. Same classy jazz club next door to that. It had been a year since he’d been there, and everything was perfectly in place.
Stepping past the jazz club and clothing store, he heard a high-pitched whimper in the background, rising above the traffic’s din. It sounded wounded, almost angry. Like a dying goose.
Checking the faces of other pedestrians, he wonders why nobody else seemed to notice the sound. They all kept walking, faces casual. Nobody was curious about that tortured wail.
Byron shrugged it off, figuring he was just imagining it. Maybe he was distracted by the grim mission that lay ahead of him.
He took a seat at the sidewalk cafe, checking the time and rehearsing words in his head he’d already repeated more times than he cared to recall.
It’s not you. It’s me. I just don’t think I’m...
Like most bad ideas, the whole thing had actually started as a joke. A flippant remark that should really have been swatted away like a persistent fly or left to dissolve into memory like an indistinct blur of the day's other conversations. I should have been, but it wasn't.
Instead, the joke became an idea, an idea that grew into a suggestion, and before I knew it, was gathering mass like a snowball rolling downhill, picking up both speed and size the further it was pushed. Within minutes, the joke had grown and mutated into a full-blown plan of action, for which arrangements were already being made. Once the ball gets rolling like that it’s always hard to stop. Bad ideas have a momentum of their own.
Morefield was a quiet town, filled, unfortunately, with not so quiet people. The primary forms of entertainment in this tiny rural backwater being either to gossip about other people's intrigues and indiscretions or actively participate in them yourself for the future discussion of others. As a trio, Adrien, Dion, and I had long ago decided to opt-out of...
Scary Stories Collection
5 Short Horror Stories
Story 1: Monsters
Story 2: Mr. Strings
Story 3: Clown Eater
Story 4: Graveyard Rising
Story 5: The Witch Tape
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“What’s the capital of Colombia?” asked Travis, enjoying his turn as the quizmaster for their weekly quiz night.
They’d all been friends since childhood, and university wasn’t going to change that, even if they were at different ones. Travis had moved to New York while Stefan and Ryan had stayed in their hometown of Mansfield, MA but travelled into Boston for their studies. Sean had moved on campus at Brown University so was only about 30 minutes from Stefan and Ryan.
They still tried to see each other often but it was hard for them all to be in the same room at the same time. The weekly zoom quiz was something they all looked forward to.
They all grew up together in the town and their parents were all friends, meaning countless sleepovers and games while they grew up. Others had come and gone but their friendship was the only constant. Solid, unchangeable.
“Bogota,” exclaimed Ryan.
“Correct,” confirmed Travis. “Another point to Ryan.”
Ryan was usually the winner of these quizzes as he has an incredible depth of...
The first plan was simple. It started with Derek and Brad slumped around the break room table, sweat dripping from their bodies.
“All the money these jerks are making,” Derek groaned, “you’d think they could afford air-conditioning.”
Brad smirked. “Dude, we’re pulling third world wages and you’re complaining about heat? This place is a joke.”
Brad shoved both hands up his Insane Clown Posse t-shirt, then flapped it for ventilation. “It doesn’t have to be that way, you know?”
“What do you mean?”
Derek leaned in closer. “So, I’m talking to Trina the other day, right? And she tells me about how the place got robbed last summer. Guy comes in right after closing, wearing a mask. Pulls a gun on her — you know her, right? Trina, the girl who...
