Joshua Campbell
Bio
Writer, reader, game crafter, screen writer, comedian, playwright, aging hipster, and writer of fine horror.
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Stories (197/0)
They Sent Me A Message I Couldn't Ignore
I'm not proud of it, but when you receive one of the calls about your car's extended warranty, it's sometimes me. I'm a writer, a published writer with an agent and a bestseller and everything. Five years ago, I was number three on several bestseller lists. Five years ago, Oprah featured my book on her book list. Five years ago, I sat on Ellen Degeneres and promoted the shit out of my book, a move that netted me the house I now live in. It was a good year for me, and when my agent suggested that I write a sequel, I jumped at the chance.
By Joshua Campbell2 years ago in Horror
The Perfect Audience
The room was dark, the smoke clouds wafting up to obscure the overheads that made the man's shiny face all the more noticeable. He was sweating heavily, stammering out the last few minutes of his set, as he told the crowd about an incident with his mother when he was twelve. The audience, stoners and hipsters who had been drinking since noon, watched him like a bug under a microscope. They wanted to be interested in what they saw, but really they were just hoping he would burn up under the harsh overhead lights.
By Joshua Campbell2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Performance of Lady Zunie
My Great Grandmother, Sofia Zunie, is easily the most important person in my life. She has seen one hundred and eighteen years and has been through so much in her long life. She was born in Russia, in Moskow actually, in nineteen o' four. She was a member of the Russian Ballet until she left for America in nineteen twenty-four. She danced and taught ballet once she established herself in America, and now she supports the arts in her old age and helps instructers in getting the most from their dancers.
By Joshua Campbell2 years ago in Horror
The Meat Man
The Meat Man It started as most things do, with my boredom. I was surfing around on YouTube, looking for funny videos or scary videos, when I stumbled across something that caught my interest. It was run by a user who went by The Meat Man and it involved stop motion footage using some very disturbing puppets. The thing that honestly caught my eye first was the thumb nail. It was a figure that appeared to be crafted entirely out of ground meat.
By Joshua Campbell2 years ago in Horror
Fairy Lights
Grandpa and I were spending another night on the porch, having a beer and listening to the sounds of an early spring. The snow had melted, and the critters were just starting to wake up. The forest was alive with the sounds of insects and small animals as they moved about in the light snow that still seemed to hang around sometimes. I had seen a possum the other day, heard him too as he dug through the trash, so I knew that the snow wouldn't last much longer.
By Joshua Campbell2 years ago in Fiction
Chatterbox
She died very suddenly, though none of us could have known what lay inside her. Her name was Kimi, Kimi Ngyuen, and she was from Korea or Singapore, or somewhere like that. We never learned much about Kimi. Her family didn't speak very good English, though Kimi spoke it well enough to understand lessons. We tried to befriend her, but Kimi was shy and I'm ashamed to say that we took to bullying her. We were elementary school girls and extremely clicky. Kimi was an outsider, she wore strange clothes, she didn't speak like we did, and we made fun of her for it. Most days she just sat in the back of class, sat on the pavilion at recess, and said little to anyone.
By Joshua Campbell2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers
I'm a murderer. I'm responsible for the deaths of 75 within two weeks. I've stabbed men to death, rendered bodies to ash, killed children in the womb, and even drowned whole ships at sea. I have changed the fate of kingdoms and seen to it that uncharted planets remain unfound. I would likely be the most prolific serial killer in the United States if not for one problem.
By Joshua Campbell2 years ago in Horror
Why I left the Woods
Scratch "Yeah, it's just me here tonight," I say as I washed the few dishes that remained in the sink. The darkness outside seems held at bay by the big floodlight on the pole outside. The forest surrounding our little cabin looked like a green wave that's preparing to swallow our circle of humanity up forever if it wasn't for that 120-watt bulb. I had the phone pressed against my ear with my shoulder, and I laughed as my boyfriend said something funny. The phone slipped towards the soapy water, and I caught it just in time as something scratched at the door again.
By Joshua Campbell2 years ago in Horror
Twick or Tweat
I heard the doorbell ring and reached for the bowl of candy on the side table. Opening the door, I found a small boy dressed in a bedsheet. His eye holes were cut out in the big, unmatched way that often precedes a homemade costume, and the edges of his glasses poked through the holes at the edges. He held his pillowcase out to me and shook it. I chuckled a little and looked down at the small ghost that stood begging on my front porch.
By Joshua Campbell2 years ago in Horror