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Stalker Farms 1st Annual Horror Short Contest
I work for a haunt attraction in Snohomish WA called "Stalker Farms". It is an immersive experience haunt with story lines and characters, so we are looking for stories, back stories, tall tales, feverish recollections, bad dreams haunting memories... Write a horror story that creates a tale of horror around one, two, or all of the characters described herein. We will link from our Facebook to your entries on Prose to get you more readers! These are short stories, we are looking for up to 500 words max. Our staff will pick a winner. If anyone lives in Western Washington then we will comp tickets to anyone that enters a submission and wants to come out. The winner gets $100. Good luck! Write a story about any or all of the following characters: Suzie - The golden child of the Slasher family. She is spoiled rotten to the core. Her demented giggles taunt her play mates. Over 30 years old but she still doesn’t look a day over eight. Chuck - A butcher that takes a lot of pride in his cuts. He is known for his barbecue, just don't mind pulling a few human hairs out of your teeth. Make sure you don't complain or you will find yourself unlucky enough to be served next. Eski - No bloody sacrifice is enough to appease the terrible craving for blood demanded by this horror, born of a thousand tortured soul's tormented screams.

The Dream

“I would say it was around eleven o’clock at night when I woke up doctor.” “Was it that one dream that you keep wanting to not tell me Chuck?” I shake my head wondering why these dreams keep happening. I know that things will get better if I tell him, but the thing is, I don’t want to tell him about what I saw. I don’t want to relive that dream. “Chuck!” the doctor yelled, as I was staring off into space. “You need to tell me what that dream was, Afterall that is why you are here.” “My dream was about a butcher, he was chasing me with his bloody knife, it looked like it was used merely before. As he chased after me he kept yelling I am going to get you no matter what, I always catch my prey. As I ran sweat dripping down my face, corpses fell all around me I would have to dodge them one by one, and all that the butcher said was you are going to be next with my godly cuts. All I could think about was how full of himself he is. At the end of the dream I could feel my skin get hotter and hotter the longer I was on it. Then I was served to someone who was in the house.” “Why does this dream scare you, I know that dream can feel realistic, bu-” “This one feels to real, like I am awake.” I interrupted. “I know, whenever I have bad dreams I shake it off, but this one is different. This one feels too real.” I say as I start to tremble from just the feeling of remembering how if felt. “Why did you wait so long before you told me?” he said confused “It is my job to listen and help people with the same kind of problems.” “I don’t know.” “Well sadly times up, we will discuss more tomorrow.” the doctor said as he shook my hand and I left. That night the dream was different, it had felt more real than the other times I had it. Something was off, I used to be a butcher when I was around twenty-five. Was the butcher in my dream my guilt for what I did in the past? For some reason I can’t remember where my job was. Was it in a small town or was it in the country, or even a store. I am remembering getting a rewarded for my meat cuts, but I don’t remember killing anyone. But maybe I did all I remember is a doctor with some police officers breaking into my house and forced something down my through, and everything after that is a blur. I wonder if they knew what I did back then. And what did they give me?

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