Luis Padilla
Stories (5/0)
Red Phone
“Dan, do you remember?” A soft unfamiliar voice came from the other line. “Who is this?” I asked. My head pounded and my eyes struggled to adjust to the dark. I reached over to my night stand and grabbed the water bottle that sat near my alarm clock. My alarm clock read 3:36.
By Luis Padilla3 years ago in Horror
Jonah's Grin
shit Jonah's ~Preface~ Jonah's bike was a Red Radio Flyer with a pull along basket and training wheels. Odd for a man well into his thirties to still need training wheels. But he did. Some say that the reason he needed them was because he suffered from an extreme case of autism. I really don’t think that’s the case.
By Luis Padilla3 years ago in Horror
Pleading Carrot
I dig digging, so digging I did. For a solid four hours. I started to dig at 11:30 am and by 3:00 I had roughly 12 dead carrot stubs uprooted and untangled. The roots looked like dreaded hair, in tight bunched up clumps. These were not your ordinary run of the mill roots. These roots were stronger than a horse and seemed to stretch out forever. I'm talking about in all directions, criss-crossing from the shed to the house and then back to the shed.
By Luis Padilla3 years ago in Horror