Writing a good horror story is really hard.
But it’s something I’ve always wanted to do. I’m not sure I can check it off the bucket list, either. Not just yet. But I gave it my best shot, and I’ve got to give another big shout out to penmonkey extraordinaire Chuck Wendig for the inspiration. I wrote this piece for his weekly Flash Fiction challenge; I didn’t end up submitting it, however –– mostly because I went over the 1,000 word limit (pretty much doubled it) and I missed the deadline by an hour (damn you, time zones… Daaamn you!). But that’s not going to stop me from putting it out there to add to my growing collection.
Last week’s challenge was to write a story containing four random items from a list of ten total; we got to choose which items we wanted to use.
My four random items:
1. a rocking chair
2. a road sign
3. a child’s toy
4. a policeman’s badge
And here’s my story! Leave me a comment and let me know what you think.
The House on Hollow Hill
“Riley County 911, what’s your emergency?”
“It’s my granddaughter. She’s… She’s been hit by a car.”
“Okay ma’am. I see you’re calling from two-two-three Hollow Hill Road. Is that correct?”
“Oh god… There’s so much blood… it’s – everywhere.”
“Ma’am, I need you to stay calm for me. Is there anyone else there with you?”
“No. My husband is – he’s gone. Oh god… She’s not breathing!”
“Ma’am, just hold on. I’m sending an ambulance to your location now. There’s a patrol car nearby – the officer will be there in a few minutes. Just sit tight. Help is on the way.”
“Okay… Okay. Please, my grandbaby’s not breathing. Please… hurry.”