Sunday, October 31, 2021

Eyes and Skull (2 horror stories) by Leanne Dyck

Celebrate the dark nights that stretch out before us with two (or more) horror stories.

Eyes is a haunted house story.

photo by ldyck



My brother and I stayed too long at the neighbours. Night like a heavy black cloak conceals all light but the single cat scratch moon and pinprick stars. 

"I know a shortcut." My brother leads me through the woods, but we're not supposed to go this way. 

But if I don't follow him, I'll be on my own--without the flashlight. I follow him.

There's nothing around for miles, but now I see...

Grass, bush chokes the house. It's caving into the soil.

What's that? In the window... What is...? Who is...?

Struggling to catch up to my brother, I ask, "Who lives in that--?"

 The way he looks at me--I know when to keep quiet. He starts to run. We don't stop running until home is in view. 

Breathless, we collapse onto the grass. When I can speak, I ask again. 

My brother says, "No one lives there. Not any more. Not for twenty years."

I gulp.

 "But you saw something, didn't you?"

  "There, there was, was something, someone in the window."  

 He holds the flashlight under his chin. "Some say it was a broken heart. Others insanity. But all agree, he killed himself in that house. They found him dead--throat cut, eyes missing. His body was hauled out, but his ghost is still there." My brother's voice falls to a whisper. "Never tell anyone that you saw him. If you do, he'll take your eyes."

Pumpkin by a neighbour
photo by ldyck

 In Skull a monster speaks.


When I was but a lad, I was given a special gift, a talent, really. Look into people's eyes, I could, to read their minds. I could hear their thoughts, hear them sing...

Rap, rap, rap/Let my ghost out

Crack open my skull/And let my ghost out

So I may travel, hither and yon/So I may float like a cloud/so I can see distant lands

Rap, rap, rap/Let my ghost out

Hear, I never had no choice. I had to help them. Had to.


Made and modeled by Leanne Dyck

circa 1980s

More short stories...

I enjoyed listening to Clive Barker's The Forbidden--which became the horror movie The Candyman. 

Larry by Leanne Dyck is a ghost story

Ownership by Leanne Dyck is a haunted house story

It Was Nothing by Leanne Dyck


"On Halloween, if you hear a knock, don't open the door.

Just look at who could be on the other side..."

Yes, this is me--the one who answered the door.

On This Blog in November

photo by ldyck

November is literary award month--
the Booker (November 3) and Scotiabank Giller Prize (November 8)

I've chosen my winners for each prize and will review them here, on this blog. 

Wednesday, November 3
Podcast Author Reading

Sunday, November 7
Book Review
A Town Called Solace
Mary Lawson
long-listed for the Booker
and my winner

Thursday, November 11
Remembrance Day
Short Story
Leaving Her
Leanne Dyck

Sunday, November 14
Short Story
Visiting the Neighbours
Leanne Dyck

Wednesday, November 17
Podcast Author Reading

Sunday, November 21
Book Review
Cedar Bowers
long-listed for the Scotiabank Giller Prize
and my winner

Wednesday, November 24
Podcast Author Reading

Sunday, November 28
Short Story
by Leanne Dyck