Joshua Campbell
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Writer, reader, game crafter, screen writer, comedian, playwright, aging hipster, and writer of fine horror.
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Appalachian Grandpa- The Bone Collector- Part 3
Part 1-https://shopping-feedback.today/horror/appalachian-grandpa-the-bone-collector-part-1 Part 2-https://shopping-feedback.today/horror/appalachian-grandpa-the-bone-collector-part-2%3C/p%3E%3C/a%3E%3Cstyle data-emotion-css="16e5cai">.css-16e5cai{-webkit-align-items:center;-webkit-box-align:center;-ms-flex-align:center;align-items:center;display:-webkit-box;display:-webkit-flex;display:-ms-flexbox;display:flex;-webkit-flex-wrap:wrap;-ms-flex-wrap:wrap;flex-wrap:wrap;gap:1rem;-webkit-box-pack:justify;-webkit-justify-content:space-between;-ms-flex-pack:justify;justify-content:space-between;}
Appalachian Grandpa- The Bone Collector- Part 2
Part 1-https://shopping-feedback.today/horror/appalachian-grandpa-the-bone-collector-part-1 The three of us sat on the back porch, Grandpa and Glimmer seeming to hear every muffled crash from the woods. I could hear them too, and whatever it was sounded like a rhinoceros blundering around out there. I couldn't hear much, not nearly as much as they could, but the fact that I could hear anything was alarming.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
The Gray of Sunset
It happened when I was on my way home from the flea market across state lines. I sell things I make out of junk mostly. The term is Trash Sculptures in the community I belong to, but I never liked that term. Some may call them junk but to me, their treasures. I make all kinds of things from stuff I find at the dump. People, vehicles, animals, whatever catches my eye. They sell pretty good, but not in my home state. I usually end up driving to Sadies Flea Market, one of these huge sprawling outdoor markets in Alabama, to sell my wares. The people there love them, and today was the first time in a while I've come back with anything.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
Tin Can Sam
I was a child of the late 80s, in a time when kids played on the streets till the street lights came on, and riding your bike through town was as normal as going to the corner store to buy your mom smokes. In fact, the woods seemed to be the only place my dad specifically said was off-limits. The woods seemed to be a boundary for many families, and I never knew anyone who went there willingly.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
Black Site 7
I'm in the wind, I'm sure I'll be dead by tomorrow, but I need to let people know this thing is loose. I'm an agent with the United States Government, and my station is Black Site 7. I won't tell you my name, it would probably be useless to you, but this was not how I saw my life going. I spent 6 years in Iraq, signed up right after high school. It was nothing like the recruiter told me it would be. I spent eight years in the blistering heat. I hauled my fair share of comrades out of firefights and saw a lot of shit over there that would make ordinary people go crazier than I might be. I've had camel spiders crawl on me while I sleep, watched friends I've known since basic get decapitated through binoculars, burned houses full of insurgents and civilians to rubble, and a lot of other things I don't like to think about. When I was done, they gave me my papers, thanked me for my service, and sent me home.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
Burble From Beyond
We recently moved into our new house. It's perfect, just the right size for our family, but it has a strange problem with the drains. I noticed it while I was unpacking the bathroom things. I turned to find that my husband had forgotten to flush and pushed the lever to flush it down. When I did, I discovered that the sink burbles when you flush the toilet. Nothing too jarring, but it scared me a little when I first heard it. The sink burbles and bubbles, making a noise deep in the drain as it clears the water.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
Stragview Stories: Strange Tastes
"Ah, dude, that's so nasty." Peterson, Waldo to his friends, let the roach crawl across his tongue for a few seconds as the rest of us watched. When he swallowed it down, he ran his tongue out again to show us it was gone, grinning as we made noises of repulsion.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
12 Hours
They tell you when you start to prepare yourself to work for twelve hours. Most of us had come from jobs where we worked eight hours a day, nine to five, from Monday to Friday. I had been an office drone when I found this job in the paper, and it had been an easy choice to switch to a job that would nearly double my take-home pay. I had accrued my share of debt in college, and my student loans were high enough to keep me under the company's thumb until I retired. With the level of pay I was receiving from the prison, however, I could afford to be out of debt in a decade instead of thirty years.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
The Arrival of the Welder Gheist
Today started out pretty weird and only got weirder. We'd been out of the woods for about a week, my legs finally feeling less wobbly, and I was set to putting everything back to rights. Having been gone about three days, the dust had taken over again, and the house needed to be aired out. Grandpa had helped with the cleaning as much as he could, and now the house is back to its usual presentable state.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Horror
