Becks Byrne
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Horror writer exploring the dark side of the world. Find out more at www.BecksByrne.com.
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When It Snows on Halloween
Halloween is a big deal in my town. Every house goes all out in a competition to see who can freak out the most kids. Luckily for us, they also compete to see who can give out the best candy. It’s pretty great. And this year, my friends and I were finally old enough to go trick or treating alone.
By Becks Byrne3 years ago in Horror
The Doll
I found the doll at a tag sale, buried under ragged stuffed animals and Barbie dolls with bad haircuts. She was tall—about 18 inches—and had curly black hair that turned blueish in the sun. Her eyes were green and had lids that opened and closed when you tilted her. She reminded me of the dolls my grandma used to collect. When I was a kid, I’d spend my weekends at her house. I’d always beg her to let me play with those dolls, but she’d tell me they were just for show. Now here I was, twenty-five years old and buying a porcelain doll at a yard sale so I could finally play with it. Odd, I know, but I felt like the doll was meant for me. Hell, she even looked like me, if you took away the Victorian-style dress she was wearing and replaced it with blue jeans and an old T-shirt.
By Becks Byrne4 years ago in Horror
The Carlisle Sisters
When my sister Angelique fell ill, I immediately took on the role of her caretaker. Ever since our parents died seven years ago, she and I had lived together in the family manor. Through our hearty inheritance we were able to keep on the cook, housekeeper, and groundskeeper. Our housekeeper Alice was a sweet older woman who offered to tend to Angelique once it was clear her illness was not leaving quickly. But Angelique was mine to care for and I informed Alice that she needn’t worry about anything other than the housekeeping.
By Becks Byrne4 years ago in Horror
Dining on Misfortune
George Graham set his fork down on the empty plate with a clank. He folded his hands across his generous stomach and leaned back in his chair, smiling. He loved Chinese food, especially from Moon of China down on Main. He made sure to treat himself to sweet and sour chicken and an egg roll at least once a week. Often, he had it twice. He was lucky he got it at all today, though. When he went to pick up his food, he thought the bag felt lighter than usual. Before leaving the restaurant, he opened the bag and checked inside. Sure enough, those idiots had given him the wrong order. He was enraged. He was a regular customer—they should know better than to mess up his order. He told the girl at the counter as much, and demanded his correct meal and his money back. He'd go back, of course—they had the best food in town—but he told the girl he'd never come back if they messed his order up again. George didn't like when restaurants screwed up his order. It was unprofessional, and worst of all, it inconvenienced him. He didn't like to wait for food.
By Becks Byrne5 years ago in Horror
Safe and Sound
I work in a nursing home as an admissions coordinator. I give tours and help residents move into the facility when they’re no longer safe at home. I tell their families they’ll be safe and sound here at Covington Hills—loved and cared for. Up until now, I would have said that was true. But my residents were dying, and not from natural causes. Of that I am sure.
By Becks Byrne5 years ago in Horror
