I didn’t have time to make my post announcing my dive back into narrating my own stories and uploading them to Rumble, Bitchute, and You Tube. Hopefully, I’ll get around to going into the details next week. *fingers crossed*
Since this is the month of Halloween and I enjoy spooky stories, I thought I’d post short spooky stories I’ve written. One audiobook will be posted each Friday in October. I did write a brand new story to post for the last Friday in October. (That will be under my pen name Barbara Joan Russell since that is the name I use for my YA fiction. The other stories posted here will be under that pen name, too, except for the story in this post.)
These stories are not gory. I don’t do slasher stuff. I prefer my scares to be psychological. Part of my inspiration stems from the Twilight Zone episodes.
Quick backstory to explain why I bother writing spooky stories (for anyone who might wonder why a romance author dabbles in this area of fiction):
Once in a while, I get in the mood to write a spooky story. I grew up listening to my mom tell me scary stories. We also watched a lot of scary movies. I also grew up on Twilight Zone episodes. The one that creeped me out the most was about a man who dreamt of a circus. My sister’s main scare was the kid who got stuck in the wall when she rolled off the bed during the middle of the night. Whenever I write these kinds of stories, I think of my mom. She’s no longer with us on Earth, so this is how I feel close to her. I’m looking forward to seeing her again.
Back to the post:
Today, we start with a flash fiction story about a woman who seeks shelter for the night in an old creepy mansion. This story is under 7 minutes long. (By the way, Craig is my oldest son who is now 19.)
If you don’t like Rumble, I also uploaded this on Bitchute and You Tube.