Alexander McLachlan
Bio
Alexander McLachlan is a short story writer who specializes in horror and science fiction. He often bridges into subgenres including paranormal, gothic, psychological, and body horror.
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Stories (4)
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The Mysterious Horseman. Content Warning.
The car engines were roaring, people were cheering, and I sat there in the stands close enough to get buried by the mud. I’ve never been to a show like this before, but I wouldn’t pass up an offer for a free ticket from my buddy Devon. Despite driving a pickup, I’ve never really been an auto guy, let alone monster trucks. But here I was, close enough to flinch when the trucks drove by. It seemed so normal for my friend and the rest of the cheering crowd. Apparently it was customary to wear a white t-shirt with your favourite truck’s logo on it, they were everywhere; even being sold at the venue. I figured out later it was so the mud stains from the flicking tires would create a custom souvenir whenever you were sprayed. I wish I was told that earlier, that way I wouldn't have worn one of my nice shirts. In hindsight I should have known better, but my clothes were already caked so I didn't see a reason in changing into an overpriced shirt. Besides, I was used to dirt ruining my good shirts. I decided I would enjoy the moment, and I did. It was a fun night, and after three hours of mud, the smell of diesel burning my nose, and a pyrotechnics filled climax the show began to let out. People stood around the building, brooding over which merchandise to buy, or taking pictures of new dirt bike models. Devon and I were able to get in early thanks to his premium tickets, so there wasn’t much we hadn’t already seen when it wasn’t so crowded. Besides, he had to work in the morning, so we decided we’d head home. “Hey, I’m just gonna hit the washroom before we go!” Devon yelled to me over the crowd. “Alright, I’ll meet you outside” I replied, followed by his nodding acknowledgement.
By Alexander McLachlan9 months ago in Horror
A Letter to the New Homeowner. Content Warning.
Sleepless nights have kept you drained, searching and searching for someone you know is there, but cannot find. Every creak is a possible footstep from some ruthless home intruder. Yet, even when you doubt yourself you have those thoughts scratching at the back of your mind. Every night I see you check the entrances three times and three times exactly, every lock on every door and every window. Ironically, your safety is your greatest concern in this wonderfully comforting house. Every night you feel the prying of eyes during your most intimate moments. You hear whispers and groans you can’t identify, but you swear they are there. I will tell you everything.
By Alexander McLachlan9 months ago in Horror
