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.
Little Old Suzie
Little Suzie is a precious soul. Sacrificing others to feed me. I should introduce myself. My name is Eksi. Born of a thousand tortured souls all dead at Suzie's hands! Oh bless her bloodstained heart. I was born yesterday. At Little Suzie's thousandth kill. Not only does she save me but without her, this village would starve. Our village is cut off from civilization. They seem to think our way of life is wrong. We're only dealing with overpopulation! See, we were once a starving village until twenty two years ago. When an eight year old Suzie killed her first tourist. They came to see the house of Lizzie Borden. Gore hunters, I call them. They came looking to see violence and violence they got! Oh her parents were so so proud of her! They decided to call the butcher, Chuck. Who would come out and cook up the fresh meat. Serving it as a celebratory dinner. Theres a reason the fresh meat is on sale all the time. I am a wendigo. Born of cannibalism of a thousand souls. This means I am Suzie's Wendigo. I am spiritually bound to her, meaning we need to eat human flesh to gain more power, and the only way to do so is to kill and eat. I must go now, it seems a poor soul has a flat tire and they are not from here.
