Lucas recoiled sharply in pain as his skin boiled and crackled. He swore under his breath as he rubbed the wound and returned to his pan of bacon, ensuring that he turned down the heat to prevent any further splatter. He was conscious that eating at 2am wouldn't do his body any favours, but due his third late shift of the week, he needed sustenance desperately. Working such long hours as a security guard was incredibly draining, and he couldn't wait for his hard earned weekend off.
Just as he shimmied his spatula under the crispy bacon, the aroma of sweet cooked meat filling his apartment, a slow, thumping knock echoed around the walls. Lucas jumped out of his skin, dropping the pan to the floor with a clang.
"Who the hell knocks at two in the morning?" he exclaimed, storming towards his front door and swiping away the latch...
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The Fright Train
Short StoryThe Fright Train has pulled into the station, do you dare to board? In this brand new Fright feature, we will start you off with a short story prompt. We will then ask for you, our readers, to add to the story bit by bit. As the horror builds up, we...
