STORY STARTER

Write a short horror story that DOESN'T involve murder, psychopaths, or paranormal activity.

Think about what other themes make captivating horror writing.

The Collection

It was late at night when she was making her way home from her friend’s house. She had given her parents the classic excuse of doing homework with her friend, instead of doing that she and her friend, Amy, had stuffed their mouths with Cheez-its. And as for studing, all they studied was Netflix.

But now it was getting dark and she was realizing why her parents had been so reluctant about leaving her at her friend’s house so late. The Hunter was in her area. The Hunter was a kidnapper, and none of his victims were seen again, but none of their bodies were ever found. She tried brushing it off and thinking, “what are the odds?”

She was looking around warily, and her she whirled around when a twig snapped underneath my foot. Ugh I was trying to buy more time, but oh well. Her face went pale when she saw me. A guttural scream tore from her throat. It pierced the silent night like my knife through her foot. I didn’t want to kill her, I just wanted to assure that she wouldn’t run. Not as if she could run away from me.

I silently took the muffler away from my face, and put it over her nose and mouth. Once again my goal wasn’t to kill anyone. It was just to render her defenseless against me. She kicked and writhed against my chest, but she eventually went limp. I dragged her to my car and started the long drive to the cage.

When we got there she still hadn’t gotten up. Her unconscious body took shuddering breaths while I threw her over my shoulder. I chucked her with the rest of them. When she woke up she would be cramped in with strangers, or not. I don’t know maybe she met them before. Well, she’ll meet them now.

The next morning I stared out of my window into my Collection. The Collection was composed of random people, rendered unable to escape by different means. A missing leg here, empty eye sockets there. Then I got to breakfast. The overwhelming smell of bacon and eggs filled my compact house in the middle of nowhere. I switched on the TV. “The Hunter claims new victim. Victim is believed to be 16 year old Riley Jacobson who went missing in her Pennsylvania neighborhood last night, coming home from her friend’s house. Police are investigating this case. If any information found please contact local authorities,” a mundane reporter who couldn’t care less blared from the television. “Her parents are devastated, she was looking forward to her 16th birthday today…”. Aww how sad. I wish I could do something. “Hahahaha.”

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