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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.

Suzie Baby

Baby Suzie, Suzie Baby,

Don’t go near the Slasher House, kids

That’s where Suzie lives.

She has hair like gold,

Golden girl

She has dresses of lace like spiderwebs

Delicate girl

She has skin like a china doll

But she’s American as apple pie.

Suzie Baby,

She teases the boys with giggles,

blowing kisses and dropping worms on their heads

but they can never catch her if they try.

Don’t try, boys

They say she’ll kiss you then kill you with kindness

Leave you with your heart bleeding out in your hands.

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Baby Suzie,

Laughing at her uncle Chuck the butcher

as he makes her favorite dinner, barbecue,

for the eighth night in a row

Eight nights for eight years

Suzie just turned eight.

But Suzie doesn't know

that the pulled pork is pulled pectoralis

fresh from the fine little boy next door.

Suzie doesn’t know until she knows

from the little brown shoes in the garage and the missing posters around the neighborhood

And then she’s gone too

Golden hair and china skin left to marinate in bags of A1 sauce and mystery spices until perfection.

--

Baby Suzie, Suzie Baby,

Don’t go near the Slasher House, kids

That’s where Suzie died, twenty two years ago.

She has hair like gold,

Golden girl

She has dresses of lace like spiderwebs

Delicate girl

She has skin like a china doll

But she’s American as apple pie.

She teases boys and girls with giggles,

little footsteps pattering just around the corner

but they can never catch her if they try.

Don’t try, boys and girls

They say she’ll kiss you then kill you with kindness

Leave you with your heart bleeding out in your hands

Dead, like her.

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