The Room

In the spirit of Halloween, I will be posting a few horror stories!

Here is the first:

Note: reader discretion is advised. This story contains themes that may be unsuitable of younger audiences.




   The man’s eyes snapped open. He tried to stand, but the rope tying his torso, legs, and arms to the chair wouldn’t break. He was incredibly disoriented and could barely  see. There was one small light, illuminating the man sitting across from him. The man with the torn face, a jagged scar running through his punctured eye. His other eye was missing, leaving only an empty socket in it’s place. His face was ruined, wrinkled and disoriented, with a mouth open in a perpetual silent scream. This man was also tied to a chair, and Dom was forced to watch him scream, trying to no avail to produce a sound from his mouth without a tongue. Dom’s head pounded. The room spun and spun, and Dom sat there moaning.

   Light suddenly poured into the room from a doorway. A tall, well built man stood there with a skeleton mask covering his face. He stepped in, and the door swung shut behind him, again sending the room into darkness.

   He took a few heavy steps forward and flicked a light on.

   The room was again filled with a blindingly bring light, illuminating the table with many strange metal tools, some of which were still covered in blood.

    “Disappointing,” the man growled. “I was hoping that at least three of you would have made it this far.” The man picked up a tool from the table and rubbed his finger against it, getting the blood all over his hands. It was a knife. He looked up at Cameron, the man sitting in front of Dom. Cameron managed to whimper. The man took a step towards him, raising the knife slightly. Cameron started shaking, and his remaining eye opened wide. The man smiled widely. “Oh! I almost forgot!” he said. He stepped back outside the room and returned a few minutes later, lugging a man over his shoulder. He dumped him onto the ground, and the man immediately started crying.

   “Pl-please! I have a family!”

   The man in the mask laughed cruelly and stepped towards the table, picking up an axe.

    “Hmm…axe or knife?”

   The man turned towards Dom.

   “What do you think? Which weapon?”

   Dom shook his head and tried to move away from him.

   “WHICH WEAPON!?” the man bellowed. The man on the floor started sobbing.

   “Fine. “I’ll choose myself.”

   He set down the knife and advanced with the axe. He stood, raising the axe over the man’s head. “Please…” the man on the ground whispered.

   “No” the man said, and swung the axe.


   “AAAAAND CUT!” a voice rang out. The man stopped sobbing and got to his feet. “Hey Bobby, can you take these off for a moment? My arms are getting sore,” Dom said.



I hope you enjoyed the story! More will be coming 🙂

The Shortest Horror Stories Ever

   Sorry about my hiatus – what with being a sophomore in high school (yay, sooo much fun) I’ve been pressed for time and unable to post as much as I wished to. However, you can expect quite a few posts in the coming weeks!

Anyways, enjoy these super short original horror stories!


When the police came to investigate, I was able to explain the gun. What I wasn’t able to explain was the man in my closet. The man who’s fingernails were splintered from furiously scratching at the door and who was covered in his blood.



Don’t be afraid of the monsters, just look for them! Under your bed, in your closet, and behind the curtains. Just don’t look up, she hates being seen.


I was falling through the air, high above the ground. I tried to release my parachute and realized that I had failed to equip it.


I woke up and saw myself lying down in a box. Suddenly, some of the men lowered a lid onto the box, nailed it shut, and tossed it into the hole. They proceeded to cover it with dirt as I screamed inaudibly.


“Why are you breathing so heavily?”

“I’m not, I thought that was you…”


The Wi-Fi just went out.


I pressed eight, he pressed nine. He got out, turned around, and said “I’m going to kill you when it reaches your floor!’ I watched him, horrified, as the doors shut.


I peered out my window. Although I lived in the country and it was a cloudless night, something was blocking the stars from my view.


I woke up covered head-to-toe in spiders.


I really love this car, the seats are so comfortable! I can’t wait to own it. I just hope she doesn’t see me, or I’ll have to kill her sooner than I had expected.


Should I make another one of these posts? Feedback? Make sure to let me know with a comment!

Planet Nine – 1

   Hey guys! As you may (or may not) know, I have been writing a serial on my Instagram.

I will be posting the serial here as well, five parts of it per post.

You can find my first serial here.

Without further ado, here is Planet 9 – parts 1 through 5.


2291. The year when nations began a nuclear war, tearing humanity apart. By 2302, the Earth had finally become uninhabitable. Humans had been able to survive on Mars, but it simply was not enough. We needed to begin the conquest; journeying farther than any humans had ever gone in search of a new world that we could live on.

I stepped onto the ship and stopped. Turning around, I cast one final look at my family before the doors closed behind me. I didn’t know if I would ever be here again.

It was June of 2365. The population of Mars had  grown drastically during in the last six decades. There were only a few hundred million of us on a Mars to start with, and now there were nearly two times as many of us. Resources were scarce. The Chancellor of The Republic of Mars had decided that in order for us to survive, we needed to send people in to space. The last time mankind had done that was in 2059, only two decades after we sent man to Mars. The United States had sent people out into the solar system to see if there was anything beyond what we knew of. They never returned.

Now it was our turn to venture far into the clutches of space. For centuries scientists had debated over whether or not a ninth planet existed. If there was one, it could be inhabitable. We were to journey out into the Kuiper belt in hopes of finding said planet. There could be nothing there whatsoever, but it was worth a shot.

And so, our mission began.

I turned to face away from the doors. “Welcome aboard Anton!” The ship contained an entity that wasn’t exactly human. Artificial intelligence had gotten to the point where we had developed something that was seen as the epitome of man in an entirely different form: a robot that could access all technology through its system. Sterling controlled nearly everything. “Hello Sterling,” I called out. I looked up expectantly at the ceiling. A metal arm with a smartphone lowered from the ceiling. I pulled off the phone and turned it on. Every crew member had a phone, aside from Spencer, who could tap into the messaging features through his system. One of the applications on the phone showed an in-depth map of the ship. All crew members were present. “Attention everyone! Time for liftoff,” Sterling announced through the ship speakers.

The other six astronauts were already in the Hub when I arrived. The Hub was essentially the core of the ship. All of the technology and monitoring systems were located here. Food was stored in various containers. There was a recreational area with a few games and books, all fixed into position on shelves. Finally, there were seven chairs in front of the monitors, one of which showed the crowd outside watching us. All seven of us sat down and buckled up.

10… 9… 8… 7… 6… 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

With a tremendous shudder, the thrusters began to fire, and we slowly lifted off of the ground.

A Little Preview of What I’m Working On

Hey guys!

As you may or may not know, I have been working on a short-story collection for quite a while now. I have begun to edit the collection, and I hope to publish it this fall. 

The collection consists of a few short stories and a glimpse at some of my future works. If you’re a fan of horror, mystery, and sci-fi, you’ll probably enjoy this book! Personally, my favorite of the stories is about two detectives, Jake Ferin and Walter Stanwood, investigating a robbery that seems to be flawless. Writing it was interesting as it was initially merely an experiment; trying to write in a different style than I normally do. Now, however, it has evolved into a rather interesting story.

Additionally, the first horror story I ever wrote is included in the collection, as well as a ghost story and a piece concerning a very strange monstrous creature wreaking havoc all over America.

I hope you guys are excited for the release! I certainly am.

I will likely post once I have completed the editing process. 

Mansion of Horrors

From February-May of 2017, I wrote a serialization series entitled “Mansion of Horrors” on my Instagram. I’ve now decided that I ought to upload the series here: 28 parts + the epilogue.

Happy reading!


   I walked briskly to the door of the abandoned mansion and knocked on the door. I was hoping for someone to open the door, to tell me to turn back instead of going further. I was walking straight into the jaws of death.

   Nobody opened the door. I took a deep breath to steady myself, and turned the doorknob. After I pushed the door gently, it creaked open, revealing a front hall covered in red carpet…the color of blood.

   I took a tentative step onto the blood red carpet. Nothing bad happened. I relaxed for a moment and surveyed the hall. It was dark, with a chandelier and dark wooden walls. There were three doorways, and the main door behind me. I turned for one last look outside, and the door slammed shut, making me jump.

   I whirled back around, my heart thumping in my ears. That’s when I heard it; a quiet chatter. A choir of whispers, different pitches and volumes. I couldn’t discern a single word, and I was quickly filled with unease and dread towards what was to come.

   I took a tentative step forward. Next to the doorway directly in front of me was a staircase. I decided to take the doorway to my right first. I quietly tiptoed over and peered in. The room was a sitting room, with a fireplace and chairs.

   I stepped into the room, striding towards the fireplace. When I neared it, the fire blazed up. I jumped back in surprise. It must have been an electric fireplace, but I had no idea who, or what, had turned it on.

   I heard the whispers again. I could somewhat make out one voice; that of a man, an elderly one. “Don’t get to close to the fire, you might get burned!” I heard. I spun around to see a man sitting in one of the chairs with his feet up.

   He was old. Too old to be alive. I stepped towards him, my eyes wide. He had gray hair and was dressed in a suit. He grinned at me, and his flesh fell away. I stifled a gasp. His skin fell, revealing glistening bones. His skeleton opened it’s mouth in a silent scream before it too crumbled to dust.

   I stared blankly at the spot where he had sat. What the heck had just happened? And was it real or simply some sort of trickery, something fake? I glanced around the room and spotted another door, leading towards the back of the house. I stepped through it, into a kitchen.

   As I stepped over the threshold of the door, one of the doors in a cabinet swung open, revealing a line of extremely sharp knives. I glanced around, and stepped towards the oven, which was open. Suddenly, one of the knives flew at me.

   I nearly screamed as the knife flew through the air. It was pointed straight at my head, and would had killed me had I not jumped aside just in time. Instead, it simply impaled my shirt to the wall. I stood there for a moment in shock, realizing that I had been that close to death.

   After regaining my composure, I quickly tore the knife out of the wall. It had left a large tear where my shirt was pinned to the wall, but that was insignificant. With a shaking hand, I gripped the knife. At the time, it made sense to keep it in case I faced any sort of adversary here.

   I rapidly walked over to the oven, the door of which was ajar. The light inside was on. How peculiar. I slowly pulled the door to the oven open fully, revealing the decapitated human head sitting on the top shelf. The head was splattered with blood. I let out a low moan and immediately pushed the door shut.

   As I quickly stepped over the threshold leading out of the kitchen into the butler’s pantry, I thought about the series of events that led me to be here.


It all started on a cold October night, last Saturday in fact. I was at my friend Mark’s house. A few other friends, Jeff and Ian were there. We were talking, when Jeff brought up the story of the Callsworth Mansion. 

   “They say that the mansion is haunted to this day. The ghosts lurk there, seeking revenge for their untimely deaths. There’s this guy I knew, Gordon, he was dared to spend a night at the house. I never saw him again.” Jeff finished his story and looked around at us. “Hey Milo,” he said, looking at me, “think you could survive a night there?” Everyone laughed. 

   I was leaning against the wall, with my hands in my pockets. “Totally. I’d bet you twenty bucks that I could.” Jeff raised his eyebrows. “That’s it? How about two hundred?” Everyone laughed again. “Or are you too chicken?” he said jokingly. “Nah,  I’ll do it.” We shook on it. I was to go to the mansion at 6pm, and leave no earlier than 6am. I shared my location with Jeff using my phone, so he would know if Ieft early.


   And so, I ended up here. I looked around the butlers pantry. It looked normal; the only normal room so far. I walked through it to what appeared to be a large family room, with a pool table, a few bookshelves, and another fireplace. I stepped very cautiously onto the soft, won green carpet. It was splattered with blood.

   If I hadn’t known the horrible history of this mansion and the terrible events that and occurred here, I think I would have rather liked this room. It was fairly spacious, and had the feel of a place that was happy and had been the place of many good experiments, aside from the bloodstains and very odd books.

   I decided to take a closer look at the books. Several of them struck me as odd, because many of them looked new and clean, without dust on them. Much of what I had seen so far had been covered with layers of dust, yet many of these books looked like they had been read fairly recently.

   I gently laid a finger on one of the books. “How to Raise The Dead, Curse the Living, and Become Immortal” was the title. I recoiled at the sheer strangeness of what this book was about. “There’s no way this can be legitimate,” I exclaimed. “Oh, but it is!” I heard someone behind me say.

   The woman standing behind me was young. She looked to be in her 20s, dressed in a pitch black dress. She gave me a sad smile. “Wh-who are you?” I stammered, raising my fists to defend myself in case she tried to attack me. “Sit down,” she said, gesturing at one of the couches. “My name is Angelina. Angelina Callsworth.”

   I sat down on the couch and raised my eyebrows in shock. “I thought you were dead!” Angelina sat down on one of the chairs across from me with a sigh. “I am. What you see before you is…an imprint of what I was when I was alive. A ghost of sorts, not quite living, and not fully dead.” She gestured at the books. “My family was always interested in sorcery and the idea of immortality.”

   “Are the stories true?”The stories about your sister and what you dad did?” She looked up at me and sighed again. “My father was a… strange man. After my mother passed away, he was completely devastated. I would wake up at night to hear him pacing the rooms of the house. At first, I believed it was the ghosts. Our home has been the place of so many gruesome acts over the years, but I eventually came to realize it was him.”

   “He was desperate to bring our mother back from the dead at all costs. One day my twin sister, Carol, brought her boyfriend home. My father, unbeknownst to Carol and I had been reading up on sorcery. In order to bring back a dead person, a soul was needed in exchange. Thus, my father decided to choose the boyfriend. He dragged him out to the graveyard in the middle of the night. Carol and I, learning of what was to happen, chased after him, trying to stop our father.”

   Angelina stood up and walked towards the window, staring outside. “My father…he was desperate. We went to the graveyard in the woods behind our house, where our mother was buried. Some sort of circle of candles was set up, along with a magical purple fire. The coffin was open and out of the ground. From what father was attempting to do…I believe he meant to stab the boy and water the coffin with his blood, and then throw him into the purple fire. That would somehow release his soul, and my mother would come back.”

   “Before my father managed to stab the boy, Carol somehow came between the two. She fell to her knees and pleaded with father, begging him to release her boyfriend and to give up his quest. She didn’t realize how far over the edge my father had gone, and he stabbed her. The boy screamed and threw himself at my father. The two ended up in the flames.” Angelina chocked up. “In only a few minutes, I lost everything. The fire grew, and I couldn’t figure out who to stop it. It consumed the forest and the graveyard.”

   She turned to face me. Tears streamed from her eyes. I felt so bad! I had just thought the stories were just that- stories. I didn’t believe the tales of murder, the supernatural, and the unsolved mysteries about this place. Something about hearing it from Angelina herself made me believe the truth. She sat down again.

   “I eventually found the books that my father had gotten his “spells” and ideas of bringing back the dead from. They’re over there.” She waved a hand towards the bookshelf. She turned towards me, a sad, almost remorseful expression on her face. “You don’t mind, do you?” Unsettled, I replied with “mind what?” She sighed once more and stood. “Unfortunately, I’ve learned how to bring back the dead. It turns out that one soul can bring back several people.” She paused, and an eerie smile filled her face as she stared at me. “It’s your turn to die.”


   Jeff put down his phone. “Where the hell is he?” he muttered. 

   “Should’ve been back by now, right?” Carl said.  The pair were sitting in Jeff’s bedroom, awaiting the return of their friend Milo who had been dared to spend a night in the infamous Callsworth mansion, home to countless heinous murders and malevolent ghosts. It was now 10AM, and Milo was supposed to have returned to Jeff’s house two hours ago. They had been trying to call him, but he wasn’t replying. 

   “It shows that he’s still at the house…but why would he be there? Why would he stay in that place longer than he needed to?” Jeff said. 

   “I don’t know man. Maybe we should go look for him?” Jeff nodded, and the two of them headed outside to Jeff’s car.

   Within a few minutes, they were at the mansion. The tall Victorian mansion was creepy, even in the daytime. “It looks like he’s in the woods behind the house.” Jeff peered at his phone again. “Hey, isn’t there a graveyard there?” Carl shrugged. They got out of the car and walked to the woods behind the house. “Most of these trees are dead. It looks like there was a fire a while back,” Carl said.  

   “There!” Jeff said, pointing to an old graveyard. “HEY! WHAT THE- WHAT’RE YOU DOING TO HIM?” Jeff yelled and sprinted to the graveyard. A lady dressed in black was holding a knife above Milo’s chest. There was some sort of strange purple fire next to a pile of skeletons. Carl sprinted at the lady and knocked to knife out of her hand. Jeff grabbed Milo’s arm and pulled him to his feet. “NO!” the lady shrieked. “I’ve come to far to be stopped now! I figured out how to make myself live forever, even if not as a human! I will not fail to finish what I’ve been waiting to do because of you fools!” She dove to the ground, knocked Carl down, and snatched the knife. Jeff moved towards her, but she held the knife over Carl’s head. “Don’t you dare take a step closer.” Jeff let out a roar and threw himself at her. The knife fell out her hand, and Carl rolled to avoid it. “Get the knife!” Jeff yelled. Carl grabbed it and got to his feet. The lady knocked Jeff back just as Milo tackled her. They watched, horrified, as the lady fell into the flames and started to scream. 

   She screamed for what felt like forever. Her skin began to burn, melting away to reveal glistening bones, bones that darkened in the flames and began to crumble. Finally, her screaming faltered, and she was no more. 

   “Who…wha-?” Carl stammered. Jeff was staring in shock at the fire. 

   “Let’s get out of here,” Milo said. Jeff nodded, and they turned to walk away from the mansion of horrors.


The Hunt For One: Part 1

Around a year ago, I wrote a series of flash fiction stories about a post apocalyptic world where zombies ruled, and one lone man dared to topple the empire of zombies. I decided I may as well post it here. I only have the first three parts written, so the future posts may take longer to arrive.


It was mid afternoon. I was sprinting through trees, breathing heavily. Branches whipped at my already torn clothes and my face, cutting open the skin. I eventually slowed as I came towards a hill, which I managed to stumble up within a few minutes. I collapsed on the ground and laid there for a few minutes, listening to hear if there were any creatures nearby. The landscape seemed thoroughly covered in woodland.
Good. Lots of cover.
I slung my backpack off my shoulders, and took out my canteen.
I took a long drink, then put it back and slid down the face of the hill. This was a new place. Hopefully, there would be a decent amount of supplies around. I foraged through a grove of rotten trees, completely overgrown with wild branches and thorny bushes. The branches scraped my bare arms, but I did not care. I was on a mission and had no time to waste with such things.
After a bit, a crossroad loomed in front of me. Two ways to go. In between, there stood a tall wooden post. And on this post…was a corpse. The skin was decaying, and looked like something had ripped off large chunks of it. There were bits of yellowing bone showing through the skin. The skull was completely visible, completely battered and cracking into pieces.
I stared at the corpse.
“Well then. How did you end up like this?”
Of course, the corpse did not respond.
“Looks like some of the zombies got to you.”
I chose the right path. It led into a bit of a clearing with a small wooden shack in it. I walked to the door. With one swift kick, it spun open. It was very dark inside. I rummaged through my bag for a bit, and pulled out my solar powered flashlight. I had forgotten to charge it in the sun, but it had a bit of power left. I turned it on and proceeded with my usual sweep of the building.
There was something odd about it. The living room was destroyed. There were bookcases that had obviously once held books, long gone, taken away by someone. The couches were covered in sheets to block the dust, but the sheets were completely shredded. There was a cracked photo above the fireplace. I looked at it. It was a man and his bride, at their wedding. They were holding a little girl, less than a year old.
This damn plague. It tore families apart. These three people were probably all dead. Everyone was.
I grabbed the photo out of the case it was in. I kept a bunch of photos in a photo album in my bag. Just in case there was any chance that one or two of the people were alive. I could give them the photo. Give them the memory.
I went into the next room, a kitchen. There was a broken stool on the ground. I searched the rest of the ground floor. Upstairs, there was a hallway. At the end of it, there was a door that seemed to be closed and bolted carefully. I shoved the door a few times, and it gave way. I expected dust to be covering the floor, but there was little dust. Instead there were patches of dust here and there, and some blood. In the center of the room was a bed. And on the bed lay a girl around my age, asleep. And above her was a man. He was tall and broad shouldered. He reached towards her.
“HEY!” I yelled.
He turned towards me. There was a green tinge on his skin, and a red gleam in his eye. His lip curled into a smile, and he jumped towards me. He was clearly a zombie, in stage 4. Maybe early stage 5. I pulled a knife from my belt. He stumbled towards me, groaning with the effort it took to move. I was about to throw the knife when the girl shot up.
“Stop!” she yelled. The zombie stopped walking.
I took a closer look at the girl. She had blond hair and hazel eyes. “What is going on?”
“You! Come here!” She pointed at the zombie. It slowly turned around and stumbled to her, collapsing onto the ground a few feet away. It groaned loudly, then stopped moving.
“Well then. That was unusual,” I stated.
The girl just glared at me. “Why! Stupid piece of crap…potions, the hell?”
I stared at her, wide-eyed. “I’ve met quite a lot of psychopaths recently. Do you have the plague?”
She shot to her feet, and stalked towards me. She grabbed my wrist, and pulled me against the wall, then put her finger against my lips.
There was a loud bang from downstairs, followed by a loud groan. “Great. Another zombie” I whispered. She looked at me. “Stage 10. It’s a scouter.”
Hell. Once you hit stage 10, there was no going back. You were a full on zombie, under the control of One.
One was the first zombie that was…born? Nobody knew where it came from. It began to infect humans by biting them, building a small army. Usually, this would be no threat. A zombie was a nothing but a corpse that couldn’t go faster than a mile or two per hour. Sadly, One was not a normal zombie.
It was invincible to guns, knifes, fire, cars, rocks, drowning, poison, and everything else. It was also super fast, far faster than a human. While the Plague could make humans go through 10 stages to become a full blown, powerful zombie, One could send a human into a stage ten zombie within minutes. Since One was pretty smart too, It literally made a freaking government…of zombies. One somehow unleashed multiple strings of the Plague, each one turning humans into a different type of zombie.
There were Regs, basic zombies. Just like the kind that was in the room, pretty slow, stupid, but fairly strong. Scouters were pretty smart. They could make and use maps, and figure out what areas were good to attack. They were usually sent to scout out an area before the zombie military invaded. Yes, these zombies had a freaking military. Scouters were also pretty fast, and had strong attacks, but were killed easily. Soldiers were much stronger, smarter, and very uniform compared to the regs. They actually followed orders given by One. There were many subdivisions of the soldiers, but I won’t get into them. Besides various generals and such, these were the main zombies. Finding Regs in an area was typical and didn’t mean anything. If there was a Scouter, that meant had to leave. If the Soldiers arrived, you were dead. Unless you were well armed, and very, very smart. Which I, luckily, was.

My name is Felix Staven, and my mission is to find and eliminate the head zombie, the one they call “One.” It personally killed my family in front of me, and I will stop at nothing to get my revenge.

Mansion Of Horrors

Hey guys!

As you may or may not know, I have been writing a horror serialization series entitled “Mansion OF Horrors” on my Instagram.

If you have no yet seen my Instagram or the series itself, I recommend doing so. I will be posting some exclusive content for my Instagram followers as well, so you might want to follow the account! I also post updates when I release new posts, so if you follow me and turn on post notifications for my account, you will be notified every time I make a post here.

Expect a few interesting posts both on the blog and on instagram in the next few weeks 🙂

My Current Work!


Hey everyone!

Kash here, with my first post about what I am working on.

I am currently working on 4 books-

-A short story collection, which is in the editing phase

-A children’s/young adults short book that is about 90% done

-A sci-fi novel entitled The Machine- about 12% done

-An action/horror novelette entitled Respawn- about 10% done

Once I get a chance, I will create more in-depth posts explaining what each book is about. I cannot wait for these books to be written and published! As soon as they are, I will link where they can be bought.

That’s all for now!