Andi Leigh
Bio
Hello! I'm Andi. I enjoy writing poetry, horror stories, and general fiction.
I am a fan of reading and writing chapbooks, I love hiking, and I'm addicted to matcha lattes.
Stories (2/0)
No Face Knocking
Once I was walking my dog at night down the street and a stranger was following us. Heidi would look back and growl at the person. All I wanted to do was to keep on moving and get home but this person never diverged. It was like they were glued to my back. Heidi would growl and then whimper; her tail drooped. The stranger's footsteps began to match mine. Why would they do that? They knew that I knew they were behind me. My dog made it obvious. I realized I didn't want to lead this person to where I lived. I lived alone. This was bad. I got a quick glance at the person behind me but I couldn't see their face. I swung my eyes forward and began to pace faster. I looked back again and stared. I couldn't make out any features as I attempted to squint them into existence. And even though I was looking at the person while I walked, they kept on walking the same.
By Andi Leigh7 days ago in Horror
Baby Heads
Something about the apartment made me feel uneasy but there was nowhere else to go. I was lucky enough to find this cheap, run-down one-bedroom. I had been kicked out of a friend's house for staying longer than anticipated. That was my bad. Everything was fine I guess. My friend had helped me find this place; fifth-floor apartment with no elevator, one bedroom, bathroom, and a combined living room and kitchen. The water would run cold most of the time and the paint on the walls were faded and chipping. The wooden floors were old and warped. It was a perfect space to find roaches but I think I got them all after moving in the week prior. Just perfect.
By Andi Leigh14 days ago in Horror
