Katey Lindsey
Stories (5/0)
Pay Attention
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. At least, it wasn’t the real me, but a version of me that looked ready for Halloween. Her long brown hair was matted with blood, one of her green eyes was swollen shut, and her pale skin was littered with bright red cuts and purple bruises. I walked closer to my bathroom mirror to get a better look at where she was. I recognized the room: it was my bathroom, and yet it wasn’t. The gray tile floor had a pool of blood by the bathtub and I could see a fist-sized hole in the door. I turned around to see if maybe a hole was really there. There was no hole, and when I turned back around, my reflection had returned to normal, leaving me standing in my flannel pajamas with a confused look on my face. No blood, no hole in the door. Maybe I was still half asleep? I decided to take a cool shower to help wake myself up. After finishing, I dressed, put on my makeup, and dried my hair. The reflection in the mirror never changed. I went downstairs to the kitchen to eat a quick bowl of cereal before leaving for work. I ate my sugar-powered breakfast quickly, washed my bowl, and headed out to my car.
By Katey Lindseyabout a year ago in Horror
The War of the Mountains
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. If my grandmother is to be believed, our ancestors brought them here. According to my grandmother, when our village was still young, the royal family of Vedora decided to house their dragons in the valley below our mountain. The king and his children would ride the giant scaled beasts into battle, and victory. There was a time when our kingdom was undefeated in war, but that time has long passed.
By Katey Lindsey2 years ago in Fiction
Happy Birthday
I can barely grip the photograph and it is taking everything in me not to hyperventilate. Who is stalking me and what did they do with my best friend? Are they still in the closet? They can’t be if they just knocked on the door, right? Either way I’m not taking any chances. I look to my left, where Tyshae’s closet is. The door is shut...for now. Looking around the room I see Tyshae’s desk and have never been so happy that she loves antique furniture. The chair in front of her desk is made of solid wood and heavy. I take a deep breath and sprint for the chair, nothing but pure adrenaline coursing through my veins as I manage to grab the chair and drag it in front of the closet door, wedging the top of the chair under the doorknob. I turn and bolt for my room, shutting the door behind me.
By Katey Lindsey2 years ago in Horror
When I Grow Up
Ever since Darren was a little boy he has wanted to grow up to be one thing: a shark. Darren used to dream of doing nothing but swimming in the ocean and devouring fish. By the time Darren was twelve he could name almost every species of shark known to science, was the star of his middle school swim team, and constantly researching methods to turn himself into a shark. However, being on a sports team did not save Darren from ridicule. He was always so open about what he wanted to be when he grew up, and by the time puberty hit being a shark was no longer cool. He did not mind the bullying, but welcomed it. He needed to learn how to defend himself for when he finally reached his goal.
By Katey Lindsey3 years ago in Fiction
Birthday Present
I must have looked at dozens of apartments searching for the safest one. I almost gave up and turned down my job offer when I saw the ad for the perfect apartment. I couldn't believe it! One thousand square feet, fourth floor, and not a single missing person or tragic death in the building's history. We have a winner!
By Katey Lindsey3 years ago in Horror