Oubliette: Orientation – Part 10

Note: This story is a part of a larger series of short stories and flash fiction. You can find these stories on the Oubliette home page. Linda knocked on the wooden door with an opaque glass window. On a small sign next to the door, it read “West Virginia Paranormal Society.” There was no response... Continue Reading →

Oubliette: Orientation – Part 9

Note: This story is a part of a larger series of short stories and flash fiction. You can find these stories on the Oubliette home page. Owen stood in the living room of the Wellington Farmhouse. He watched a car creep through the melting snow from the large window. The car stopped and an elderly... Continue Reading →

Oubliette: Orientation – Part 8

Note: This story is a part of a larger series of short stories and flash fiction. You can find these stories on the Oubliette home page. The sounds of creaking wood surrounded Grace. She could not see anything in the darkness that surrounded her. She remembered she had a flashlight in her pocket and turned... Continue Reading →

Oubliette: Orientation – Part 6

Note: This story is a part of a larger series of short stories and flash fiction. You can find these stories on the Oubliette home page. “Agent Rodriguez! You need to see this!” Owen shouted from the basement of the Wellington farmhouse. Mara did not answer but the sound of her footfalls on the floor... Continue Reading →

Oubliette: Orientation – Part 4

Note: This story is a part of a larger series of short stories and flash fiction. You can find these stories on the Oubliette home page. When Owen and Mara arrived at Griswold Wilson’s address, they found a half dozen police cruisers and an ambulance parked in front of the residence. Mara found an open... Continue Reading →

Oubliette: Orientation – Part 1

Note: This story is a part of a larger series of short stories and flash fiction. You can find these stories on the Oubliette home page. Somewhere on the interstate highway in West Virginia, Owen sat in a black sedan that cruised towards Charleston. They passed through Morgantown and were heading south. It would be... Continue Reading →

Oubliette: Hold My Beer

Note: This story is a part of a larger series of short stories and flash fiction. You can find these stories on the Oubliette home page. (October 22, 2016) A gray older model truck slowly navigated down a forgotten gravel road somewhere in southern West Virginia. The vehicle groaned and creaked as its dented and... Continue Reading →

Oubliette: Scare at Wellington Farm – Part 8

The door swung open and Griswold walked into the apartment. There was not much light but there was enough to see his roommate, Grease, sat on the couch. He held a small white cigarette-like stick that he had just lit. Small wisps of smoke rose from it. Grease looked at him wide eyed and froze as if he was a child who had just been got caught raiding the cookie jar. Griswold closed the door and walked across the room. He sat a case of beer and a green bottle of Huntsman next to some dark brown bottles and a small metal tin on the coffee table.

Oubliette: Scare at Wellington Farm – Part 7

Pete saw a car in the distance lose control on the icy road and come to a stop on the side. As he approached, he saw the silhouette of the driver and slowed down to see if he needed help. The driver was tall and wore a wide-brimmed hat. When he motioned him on, Pete sped back up and continued towards the abandoned farmhouse where he last saw Griswold.

Oubliette: Scare at Wellington Farm – Part 6

The melody of Brain Damage woke Griswold; it was the song he chose when someone in Spartan Hills Investigative Paranormal Squad called him. The light from his phone on the equipment table briefly illuminated the basement of the abandoned farmhouse. When the tune finished, darkness returned and Griswold continued to lie on the floor. He tried to remember what just happened. There were eyes staring at him in the darkness, he fell to the floor, and he was alone. There was something in the room with him as he remembered it grabbing him. The only certainty was that he was alive.

Oubliette: Scare at Wellington Farm – Part 5

Pete investigated the paranormal for years. In all that time, he was never afraid even when he would foolishly investigate alone. Until tonight, the worse to happen was a skinned knee when he tripped over a rock in the middle of a dark wood. What he saw in the basement of that abandoned farmhouse was different. Those eyes did not belong to something of this world. At first, he thought the Sulphur smell was from a fuse blowing but he was no longer sure. All he knew was that he was in the presence of something evil and possibly demonic.

Oubliette: Scare at Wellington Farm – Part 4

Grace instructed the group on the details of the séance and Griswold wondered why everyone was needed but he decided to not question, He watched as Pete went around the room placing candles and incense and Grace drew a large pentagram on the floor. She referenced a notebook that she held and used red colored chalk. At each point of the star, she copied a set of stylized runes that Griswold thought as cursive Viking runes. Before finishing, Pete placed candles where each line crossed inside the circle and his SpiritMic in the center. Griswold took one last look at the video feed before turning off the monitor. When Grace and Pete finished, Linda stood before the group and led a prayer to Saint Michael the Archangel. After the prayer, Linda gave the floor to Grace.

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