This was written in about ten minutes during a Fosseway Writers workshop by horror writer Alex Davis. We picked a horror story archetype and, after discussing why they were scary, wrote a brief passage that built up to a ‘reveal’. Hope you like it!
I was looking for answers, but I never expected they would lead me to a desolate, abandoned fun fair at midnight. I tried to check the crumpled note that had been pushed under my door to make sure the address was right, but in any case the taxi had already accelerated away, leaving me in darkness.
I rattled the iron chain on the padlocked gate and decided to find a weak spot in the dilapidated fence. The wind blew dead leaves across my path as I trudged along the wild weeds and grass next to the chain-linked barrier, mobile phone in torch mode. The rustling of my feet through the litter and foliage was a reassuring sound that I didn’t want to stop. But I’d found a gap and as I came to halt the silence was horrific.
I pushed through the wire fence and stumbled forward. A shape moved ahead of me, too fast to pick out with my torch. An eerie snigger came drifting across the broken concrete. My foot kicked something soft. I looked down and saw a deformed creature wobbling on the floor. As I shone the torch on it I realised it was a balloon poodle.
A voice behind me said, “surprise!”