I wrote Fairy Tales for Short Attention Spans, now I’m working on Horror Stories for Short Attention Spans cause it’s good to make your brain work in different directions.

Write something short and twisted and horrifyingly spooky. Keep it to the length of just one paragraph with a beginning, middle and an ending.

Jack was exploring an old, derelict mansion, creating a photo documentary. He tripped over a floor board and found a necklace hidden underneath, it sparkled and glittered in a rainbow of colours. He put it in his pocket. The mansion was creepy. At odd moments he was sure he saw a strange woman from the corner of his eye. Finally he packed up and headed out the front door. But, each time he tried to leave he found himself weirdly turned around and entering the house again instead of leaving. Over and over and over he attempted to exit. It began to make him feel sick with dizziness. He had forgotten all about the necklace in his pocket. Which was a real shame cause that was all she wanted. The ghost watched him struggle for hours, desperate, scared. She wanted her necklace but could only take it when it passed into the realm of the dead. No matter, she’d make sure Jack never left, alive.

Another story. The thing with mirrors has long been a creepy idea for me.

Alice was a little into herself but Stanley loved her all the same. He found a full length antique mirror in a junk shop, brought it home, cleaned it up and gave it to Alice on her birthday. It was weird with gargoyles and other odd characters decorating the iron frame but she loved it. Weeks went by, Alice seemed to spend more and more time admiring herself in the mirror. She even missed important events with her family, friends and sales at her favourite stores. As time went by Stanley noticed Alice was getting thinner. Not in a slender way, like someone losing weight, Alice was becoming transparent. Doctors thought Stanley was imagining it all. They kept him for a few days, in case he became dangerous. When Stanley came home again Alice was gone. He tried to find her, but no one had seen her. After a year Stanley gave up. He packed up all her things and put them into storage. Placing the antique mirror in the storage unit, he left it facing the wall, just too sad to look at it and not see Alice reflected in it. Which was too bad cause Alice was there, trapped inside the mirror. Stanley left the storage locker, shutting off the light.