Monday Muse: Daylight Horror

Most horror stories focus on something that goes bump in the night. What is something we should be scared about during the day?
–101 Horror Writing Prompts

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She wasn’t sure what she’d seen, but she couldn’t help herself but to look out the cafe window again and again, down the brightly lit alley bustling with people doing their last-minute Christmas shopping, to see if she could spot it again.

It was silly, she told herself over and over. No man was that tall, that thin, and, as far as she knew, anyway, everyone was born with a face…

But she couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever it was still lingered there, somewhere, just beyond her sight.

“Are you okay?”

Jamie’s mother’s voice made her turn her head and her attention back to the uneaten lunch on her plate. Her mother’s eyes were weary and concerned–probably because she’d asked her grown-ass daughter this same question four times in the last ten minutes.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“What are you looking for?”

Jamie glanced back out the foggy glass.


There it was again!

As quickly as she’d seen it, it vanished again. The tall, sallow-skinned, naked body stood three feet above the crowd. Its long, slender limbs stretched on and on, from shoulder to elbow to the tips of sprawling fingers. Where its face should have been was nothing but a smooth, white facade. It peeked at Jamie from around a light pole. Stoic. Like a statue.

It was closer this time.

Her heart leapt to her throat.

And it was gone.

No one in the busy alley seemed to notice the thing. They moved around and through the space it had taken like it was nothing, just a figment of Jamie’s imagination. Maybe that’s what it was, but it had been a long time since Jamie’s imagination had made her feel any real fear.

Something told her she was in danger here, and the scariest part was, she couldn’t figure out why.

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