Spring Horror Short Stories - Page 3

Yuri stares at a screen until his eyes bleed. Outside, the spring mud holds a secret that moves.

The graveyard soil split open, vomiting white roots and centuries of dust into the hot spring air.

Heather and Tony dig through the gray slush to relocate seedlings that feel a little too much like flesh.

Leo stands in the mud while the spring air feels heavy enough to crush his very soul today.

Dr. Woodfeld finds a birthday cake preserved in fish scales while the depot begins its slow, rhythmic migration.

Deb aligns her baby's frequencies with a heavy, metal-laced dough blanket, unaware the wellness cure is actually eating him.

The snow is finally melting, but the things hiding under the ice are not what I expected to see.

A melting snowbank behind a Winnipeg strip mall reveals a body that looks far too much like a friend.

Harry wakes to find his body turning into wood while his town prepares for a violent, ancient ritual.

The street was entirely empty. No cars drove by. No dogs barked. The silence felt heavy and completely wrong.

A scavenger drifts through a luxury wreck, finding beauty in the radioactive bloom of a dying starship’s reactor.

Jane fears the Hiker-Harvester while Benji attempts a theatrical proposal in the thick, suffocating fog of a local park.