Blood Bank Beauty

By: Thomas M. Malafarina
Tags: Bank, Blood, Halloween
Source: Blood Bank by Thomas M. Malafarina

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

Biting Into the Big Apple

By: Tyson Blue
Tags: Blood, Hitman, Vampire
Source: Edible Friend by Tyson Blue

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

Orobas born in human form

By: Lothar Tuppan
Tags: Halloween, Letter, Satan
Source: Halloween Memories by Lothar Tuppan

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

Of course, there were a few he hated more than the others

By: Chauncey Haworth
Tags: Dark Humor, Halloween, Hatred
Source: The Last Great Halloween By Chauncey Haworth

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

Setting my Sights

By: Tyson Blue
Tags: Docks, Hitman, Murder
Source: Traffic Jam by Tyson Blue

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

My uninvited visitor was a fox

By: Brian Warf
Tags: Black, Fox, Snow
Source: A Dead Ringer For A Black Fox: Part 1 by Brian Warf

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

The Lost Pocket of Earth

By: Edgar Rice Burroughs
Tags: Adventure, Lost, World
Source: The Land That Time Forgot Pt 1

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

In the Church of the Dragon

By: Robert W. Chambers
Tags: Church, Dark, Music
Source: In the Court of the Dragon by Robert W. Chambers

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

We threw his body overboard

By: Edgar Rice Burroughs
Tags: Asea, Murder, Overboard
Source: The Land That Time Forgot Pt 4

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

Remember me?

By: Tyson Blue
Tags: Bar, Hitman, Prosthetic
Source: The Bitch is Back By Tyson Blue

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

A Servant of Father Christmas

By: Chauncey Haworth
Tags: Brother, Brothers, Christmas, Father Christmas, Moonlight
Source: Black Pete: A Christmas Tale by Chauncey Haworth

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

Chicken of the Corn

By: Lothar Tuppan
Tags: Dark Humor, Horror, Mystical Symbols, Rural Folklore, Supernatural Revenge

Pain. He knew nothing but pain. Until he opened his eyes. At that point he also knew confusion.

He was on his back, spread-eagled, with each limb tied firmly to stakes in the ground. It was a hot summer day and he could see the leaves of the corn stalks swaying around and above him.

His entire body ached as if someone had punctured him thousands of times with wooden golf-tees. God, he missed playing golf. Maybe after starting the new job out west, he’d be able to afford to play again. He could feel that he was bleeding all over but he couldn’t lift his head up enough to see. He was too weak from loss of blood.

He remembered pulling over on the long and nearly deserted two-lane road as he drove across Iowa to take a piss. He vaguely remembered seeing a strange statue, next to the corn rows, shaped like a rooster with two-heads and four wings. It had strange symbols carved on its chest. Symbols that had made him angry, even though he had no idea what they meant. He remembered pissing on the statue to show his disgust.

He had no recollection of what happened after he finished emptying his bladder but, as he heard the sound of angry clucking, he knew he had made a mistake. A very serious mistake.

…my health was quite unnecessarily robust.

By: E.F. Benson
Tags: Gothic, Hallucination, Victorian
Source: Between The Lights by E.F. Benson

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

Southeast Across the Arctic Wasteland

By: Lothar Tuppan
Tags: Terrifying Encounter, trouble, Unnatural Hunger
Source: The Frozen Warrior By Lothar Tuppan

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

She had been walking ceaselessly on the Camino Real

By: Lothar Tuppan
Tags: California, Church, Enigmatic
Source: The Camino Real by Lothar J. Tuppan

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

Midnight Snacks & Movie Macabre

By: Susan Elizabeth Gray
Tags: Dracula, Movie, Vampire
Source: Beloved Father by Susan Elizabeth Gray

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

The Sounds of Pity and Alarm

By: Algernon Blackwood
Tags: Cold, Crying, Horror
Source: The Wendigo Chapter 3

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

A really boring David Lynch film

By: Lothar Tuppan
Tags: California, David Lynch, Mosquitoes
Source: The Immortal Gas Pumper Boy by Lothar Tuppan

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

Assassinated a small black cat

By: Paul B.D. Lynde
Tags: Bewitched, Satire, Weird
Source: Darrin’s Dilemma By Paul B.D. Lynde

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

A Look of Terrifying Joy

By: Chauncey Haworth
Tags: Horror Transformation, Monstrous Librarian, Suspenseful Survival, Terrifying Encounter, Unnatural Hunger
Source: The Librarian by Chauncey Haworth

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

The cans had corroded and begun to leak

By: Tyson Blue
Tags: Bleach, Crime, Money, Stains
Source: The Money Plot by Tyson Blue

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

Hold on now, Gina. You can’t go blaming me for this.

By: Thomas M. Malafarina
Tags: Marriage, SUV, Urns
Source: Urns by Thomas M. Malafarina

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

Echoes of Frost and Fire

By: Robert E. Howard
Tags: Barbarian, Conan, Dark Fantasy, Sword And Sorcery
Source: The Phoenix on the Sword Chapter 2

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

I caught a glimpse of the man in black standing in the doorway

By: Tyson Blue
Tags: Cars, Hitman, trouble
Source: Incident on a Florida Highway (A Vignette) by Tyson Blue

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

A Buzz and A Scratch

By: Chauncey Haworth
Tags: Library Terror, Paranoia and Fear, Psychological Horror, Shadowy Threats, Supernatural Suspense
Source: The Librarian by Chauncey Haworth

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

The Heir of Otranto

By: Horace Walpole
Tags: Castle, Gothic, Prophecy
Source: The Castle of Otranto by Horace Walpole

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

Then they had cauterized the wound

By: David R. Solomon
Tags: Medical Horror, Survival, Wilderness
Source: Fear by David R. Solomon

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

The Blonde from Beyond

By: Thomas M. Malafarina
Tags: Alien, Seduction, Space
Source: Space Girl Returns by Thomas M. Malafarina

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

I see those dog-faced assholes now!

By: Mark Slade
Tags: Engines, Post-apocalyptic, Tanks
Source: Rat and Miriam by Mark Slade

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

BAT DICK!!!Or: Two Guys Running from a Bat Monster

By: Salt Dixon
Tags: bats, funny, monster, Suspenseful Survival, Terrifying Encounter
Source: Twisted Pulp Magazine Issue #29

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

Arthur covered their garage floor with a plastic tarp…

By: Thomas M. Malafarina
Tags: Art, Dark, Murder
Source: Art’s Work By Thomas M. Malafarina

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

The Nemedian Chronicles

By: Robert E. Howard
Tags: Ancient, Barbarian, Conan
Source: The Phoenix on the Sword Chapter 1

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

Whispers Beneath the Ice

By: H.P. Lovecraft
Tags: Horror, Ice, Lovecraftian
Source: At the Mountains of Madness Chapter 02

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

Only a fortnight, my Queen.

By: Mark Slade
Tags: Horror, Suspense
Source: The Queen of Death by Mark Slade

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

Vinny has gone nuts!

By: B.R. Stateham
Tags: Crazy, Murder, Phone
Source: Something Deadly by B.R. Stateham

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

Jimmy Doesn’t Believe in Black Pete

By: Chauncey Haworth
Tags: Bedtime, Black Pete, Brothers, Christmas, Folklore
Source: Black Pete: A Christmas Tale by Chauncey Haworth

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

What on earth are you doing out there?

By: Marie Belloc Lowndes
Tags: Horror, Murder, Victorian
Source: The Lodger: Chapter 01

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

I didn’t give a fuck about anything

By: Paige Keir
Tags: Bubbles, Survival, Television
Source: The Unintended Consequences of Daytime Television

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

Doubt of the real facts is inevitable

By: H.P. Lovecraft
Tags: Cosmic, Lovecraftian, Mythos
Source: At the Mountains of Madness Chapter 01

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

It was always gentle, even when it was rough

By: Mark Slade
Tags: Bar, Detective, Windower
Source: Blood on the Tracks by Mark Slade

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

The Blue Before the Black

By: Eric J. Guignard
Tags: Clouds, Sky, War
Source: Yōkai of the Rising Sun By Eric J. Guignard

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

A new business plan

By: Mick Rose
Tags: Business, Coke, Hookers
Source: The Charity Stripers by Mick Rose

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

Where predators now lived in fear

By: Thomas M. Malafarina
Tags: Carpenteresque, Killers, Post-apocalyptic
Source: The Death Patrol By Thomas M. Malafarina

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

No Go the Sloppy Joe

By: Lothar Tuppan
Tags: Alien, Dark Sci-Fi Humor, Surreal Survival, Virtual Reality Dystopia

It was in the third century of my exile into the virtual world assigned to me when I encountered the Lunch Lady.

My spinal fluid (the real meatspace stuff) was being harvested to add a choice “seasoning” to the food of our ultra-dimensional overlords. It turns out that I am part of the 3% of the humans that have rarified spinal fluid… I’m finally part of the elite! Yay!

They gave me a choice “life” to live while they milked me. It was part adventure story, part erotic thriller, and part music video. So it was a surprise when my living room turned into a high school cafeteria serving area.

“You are late again little Jimmy,” said a woman’s pinched mouth while her pinched eyes accused me. “No sloppy joe for you today. Just this pistol.”

I looked down and saw my small, child-hands holding some sort of ray gun.

“Now,” she said looking invitingly, “Make sure you eat all the food on your plate.”

I was suddenly and extremely hungry for whatever came out of that barrel. I just knew it would be the tastiest of treats. I put the barrel of the strange gun in my mouth, winked at the lunch lady, and pulled the trigger.

My meatspace eyes opened. I was in some sort of encounter suit with tubes and cables. I looked up and saw that the biological computer my suit was hooked up to was dead. It smelled like a rotting frog I found once.

I clumsily got myself out of the suit (it was going to take a while to get my strength and coordination back) and looked around.

Everything was broken and deserted and insectoid scientists, still wearing their chitinous lab coats, were dead around me.

What the fuck had happened?

The old lady had a favorite nephew

By: Marie Belloc Lowndes
Tags: Serial Killer, Shadowy Threats, Suspense
Source: The Lodger (Short Story) by Mrs Belloc Lowndes

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

…her vivid dream burnt into her waking memory.

By: Chauncey Haworth
Tags: Bedtime, Horror, Shadowy Threats
Source: The Rogue Brainchild by Chauncey Haworth

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

God knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men

By: Mark Slade
Tags: Church, Evil, Occult
Source: When Is a Duck, Not a Duck? by Mark Slade

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

Beep-beep

By: Mark Slade
Tags: Murder, Roadrunner, Satire
Source: The Roadrunner Murder

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

Fat hands fanning powdered breasts

By: Joel Townsley Rogers
Tags: Crime, Horror, Psychological Thriller
Source: Hark! The Rattle! By Joel Townsley Rogers

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

Half Awake, Half Dreaming

By: Robert W. Chambers
Tags: Gothic, Mystery, Mystical Symbols
Source: The Mask by Robert W. Chambers

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

I know what you desire…

By: Mark Slade
Tags: Fantasy, Royality, Suspense
Source: The Queen of Death by Mark Slade

Ken Hawkins assumed the phlebotomists would like to take advantage of the spooky Halloween theme, being a blood bank and everything. Ken was always up for a good gag and figured the place would be decorated like a graveyard, and all the techs would be dressed like vampires.

That Halloween night, as he approached the front door of the blood bank, he was not disappointed. Fake spiderwebs adorned the entrance, and the window was blacked out, so you couldn’t see inside. As he turned the doorknob and stepped onto a mat inside the entryway, he heard a mournful howl and someone saying, “Enter at your own risk.” Ken knew that was a prerecorded chip thing that activated when his weight pressed down on the mat. “Nice touch,” he thought.

They had even tricked out the fluorescent overhead lights, so most of them were out, and the few that remained flickered like those in every bad horror movie he had ever seen. Always safety conscious, he wondered about the potential tripping hazards of such poor and strobe-like lighting but supposed that was not his problem. As Ken cautiously approached the receptionist’s desk, he saw a woman he didn’t recognize from previous visits. Typically, a sweet, older, probably retired woman was at the receptionist station, but this woman was much younger. She was dressed all in black; her face was ghostly white with some sort of pancake makeup. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, and fake blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

She smiled sheepishly and said, “Can I bite you? I mean, can I help you?”

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