Joshua Campbell
Bio
Writer, reader, game crafter, screen writer, comedian, playwright, aging hipster, and writer of fine horror.
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Stories (137/0)
Cashmere Hospital- The Man Made of Stars
"I can't get it out of my head. I don't know what to do. Mark said you might be able to help me, but I don't know how." I was sitting by the fountain in the outdoor garden, which most people used as a smoking area. The angel statue held a jug that constantly burbled out water, and I found the patter soothing. I came here to think sometimes, to collect my thoughts, and it was a great comfort to me since the incident with the elevator. I found myself here more and more often these days. Writing this book about the things I've seen and heard in Cashmere Hospital is taking a toll on me, and I think it's impossible to not wonder why I stay in the belly of the beast as I write more and more about the things that go on here.
By Joshua Campbell6 days ago in Horror
Where Cats Don't Go
Harold would never forget the strange house in the middle of the Cul-de-sac. There were all sorts of rumors about the house, but most were just the stories children made up to explain strange things. The local kids said that the woman who lived there was a witch. They said that she kidnapped and ate children. They said that if you went by the house at night, you could see strange lights coming from the basement, and sometimes you could hear screams after dark. They claimed that she had lived there for years and years and that the old woman had existed there for generations.
By Joshua Campbell17 days ago in Horror
Doctor Winters Forgetfulness Clinic-My Uncle Trapped a Demon
"Mr. Pate, how are you today?" The man sitting across from her looked like he was doing quite poorly. Calling him a man might have been generous, Dr. Winter saw. He was a large teen, probably still in high school, but his face bore the look worn by inmates on death row. Though filled with melancholy, he had none of the trappings that usually accompanied children in their late teens. His arms bore none of the self-harm scars Winter usually found. He wasn't festooned in dark colors or piercings, and even his haircut was unassuming.
By Joshua Campbell20 days ago in Horror
If Walls Could Talk
"If walls could talk," Joshua mumbled under his breath as he walked through the ancient old arches of the hotel. Approaching the wide check-in desk was like stepping back in time, but the image was ruined by the girl with her phone out and her AirPods stuffed in her ears. She was smacking her gum and paroosing facespace or tictacs or whatever people her age did. Joshua hadn't really had time for any of that in a while.
By Joshua Campbellabout a month ago in Horror
Dr. Winter's Forgetfulness Clinic: The Yellow Eyed Man
Doctor Pamella Winter found the man in her office when she returned from lunch. This wasn't uncommon, Juliet often let her clients in to wait, but the man in cast off clothes who was sitting across from her desk wasn't one of Doctor Winter’s usual patients. He was young, twenty or twenty one, and had a vacant look about him that made her think he might have recently been in an accident. She expected him to be dim, his speech slurred or hurried, but as he explained himself she could almost hear the money that had gone into his education.
By Joshua Campbellabout a month ago in Horror
Appalachian Grandpa Tales: Tracks in the Snow
"Reminds me a little of the last time I followed tracks in the snow." The steam rose as I blew into my hands, looking back at Grandpa as he made his way through the snowy forest. It was February, and the weather had been temperamental since Thanksgiving. We had been experiencing some thick snow since the first of December, and the usual decorations had looked very festive this year as they sat huddled atop all that powder. We had picked up as many of them as possible, but I knew that come spring, we would find more of them where they had been buried by the snow. It figured this would be when Clarence, the cat owned by Grandpa's closest neighbor, would have chosen to get loose.
By Joshua Campbell2 months ago in Horror
