Michael Bauch
Bio
I am a writer with a wide range of interests. Don't see anything that sparks your fancy? Check back again later, you might be surprised by what's up my sleeve.
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Stories (40/0)
Haunting Me (Part 2)
When you travel for a living, especially in a state as big as Texas, you spend a lot of time eating out of paper, cardboard and parchment. You also spend a lot of time drinking out of to-go cups. For the second time in my life the cop handed me a cup, this time filled with hot coffee. I held it in both hands, sitting on the edge of my bed, staring a blank TV. He sat in the room’s obligatory chair and watched me. I could tell he was used to dealing with sudden trouble and wasn’t about to let me catch him off guard. I held the cup, letting the warmth seep into my hands. I had almost touched Mia, and the cold still lingered, like how your hands feel after you dig through a bin of ice.
By Michael Bauch6 years ago in Horror
Haunting Me
There are some things that only ghosts and civil servants should know. That was a corny-ass line I’d heard years ago, attached to some direct-to-video b-horror movie. I never gave it much thought when I saw it, other than it sounded like someone who had too much to drink would say.
By Michael Bauch6 years ago in Horror
Back Home
I wish I could say there was something that was odd about the way the night started. It was a seasonably warm April evening, starting to bleed into a cooler night. My dad was sitting in his wheelchair on the back deck looking at the night as it started to settle in. This was one of his rituals. He’d done it since my mom passed away two years ago. He wasn’t lonely in the traditional sense, he had friends that frequently visited him, and he had me, but I could tell he wasn’t the same man since the accident. I guess I wasn’t the same girl either. I wanted to take care of him, to dote over his needs; I guess somehow that gave my life validation. Dad wouldn’t hear of it though. He refused to let me become that person and insisted that I spend time with my friends. Tonight was one such night. Stella was picking me up in a few minutes for a party. I’m not even sure now who was hosting it, if it was Tiffany or Christie or Josie or any one of the endless parade of party girls at my school.
By Michael Bauch6 years ago in Horror