Short Horror Stories

Entry 1: Lost Keys

My name is Mark, I was told that if I had any encounters with the supernatural or anything of the sort I was to write them here. To begin it was like any Saturday, I had gotten up, washed, eaten breakfast, and put my clothes on. Since it was the weekend and I was thinking about running some errands.

I finished my breakfast and pulled on a pair of shoes, it was fall so I slipped on a jacket too. I reached into my jacket pocket for my keys... I felt nothing. Naturally I checked my other pocket and my fingers ran over something warm and, slimy. I pulled my hand out to look at it and it was covered in a form of mucus, like something you would see if you spat on the ground but- thicker and with a... pinkish tint.

I wiped my hand on my jeans and in my wariness I took off my jacket. Walking over to the table I shook out my coat, and I wish I never had. I wish I had thrown out my coat, burned it. Because what fell out of my jacket's left pocket was something I never, even in my worse nightmares, wanted to see.

A beating heart landed with a wet thump on my kitchen table. I backed into the counter in sheer horror, how? How was that possible?! A healthy heart was beating as if it was inside someone, and how on earth did it end up in my pocket?!! And as I looked more closely in my panicked state I noticed something I wish I hadn't.

The tip of my car key was sticking out of the heart, moving up and down with the rhythm of the heartbeat.