PROMPT WORD: BRANCH
Horror Fest had been anti-climatic again this year and Phillip wondered if he’d ever get the rush of pure terror he’d gotten when he was a kid.
It was his lifelong pursuit of a ‘high‘ he hadn’t been able to repeat since he was nine and had hidden in the closet secretly watching Dawn of the Dead along with his unsuspecting parents.
The Halloween after-party would have been just as disappointing as the film festival if it hadn’t been for a most delectable surprise hors d’oeuvre called Jalapeno Popper Mummies of which he gobbled up more than two dozen.
It was after midnight when Phil finally drew the covers down and climbed into bed falling quickly asleep to the comforting-somewhat spooky- sound of the tree outside of his window rhythmically tapping a branch against his house in a crisp Autumn wind.
By the Devil’s Hour, a mist rolled in surrounding a contorted dark figure, outside the window, obscuring him from the surveillance camera allowing him enough cover to breech the bedroom and crush Phil’s skull greedily devouring his brain!
Cacophonous screaming woke every neighbor on the street, who summoned the police, who battered the door down, then raced up the stairs, finding Phil quivering in a corner tightly hugging his knees as he frantically rocked back and forth babbling, “Never, never, never, again…jalapenos! Never, never, never again…jalapenos!… Nev…”
HERE’S THE LINK FOR THE RECIPE FOR JALAPENO POPPER MUMMIES:
31 thoughts on “Six Sentence Story-Horror Feast”
In the season’s mood Susan 🎃🙂
‘Tis the season! Wanted to make use of it while so many folks already have goosebumps. lol
Oh no poor guy.
I’m concerned about the morning heartburn and the ‘other kind’ too! LOL
Yes, the other kind can be brutal
Was that the picture of jalapeño popper mummies at the bottom of the story, very,very, cute.
Yes. There’s an actual recipe for them. I think I’ll go back and add a link to it. Thanks!
What nightmares a bit of indigestion can give! Two dozen eh? 😂
🤣 I think it was his conscience that really messed with him. How many people missed out on one? LOL
Those jalapeno popper mummies look tasty. I can see why he wanted to eat so many. I hope his brain recovered from whatever came in the night.
😁😋 Thanks, Frank.
Suitably gruesome and hilarious in equal measure.
Thanks! ‘Tis the season for both frights and indigestion. 😁
Over 2 dozen Jalapeno Popper Mummies?! Recipe for nightmares for sure, lol
Fun one, Susan 😁
😊😋 Much appreciated!
As Lewis Grizzard said, “Chili dawgs always bark at night.” Anything jalapeno probably does, too.
🤣 I’d never heard that. Thanks!
That creeped me out, and I am left wondering if it was just a food induced nightmare, or there was something more malevolent at play…
I believe Phil had been ‘haunted’ for years. You may be right!
You had me on the edge of my seat – and then laughing, Susan! Excellent story.
Cool! Thanks for your comment. 😊
We do enjoy a good horror fest!
Seems he got the rush of terror he missed and more! I might just make some of those for my unsuspecting trick-or-treaters!
Oh my! You’re a ghoul. LOL
good six, love the mummy idea
Thanks. It was one of those things that popped up on Facebook and then became useful in a story.
Dunno what’s worse – the heart burn or the zombies!
🤣 All I know is that I’ve battled heartburn far more often! Thanks.
It’s absolutely the worst! Milk, lots of it. And those tablets that taste like sidewalk chalk. Sometimes helps, sometimes, you just have to burp fire until it passes.
Have a fantastic weekend!