October Scary Story
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The Lion of Luisa
This year’s October scary story is a little different. The Lion of Luisa was never supposed to be a stand-alone, but rather a dream in another story I am writing (more information here). This dream just didn’t fit the greater story, so I decided to replace it with another dream. I still wanted to do something with the Lion of Luisa though. I worked hard on it, and it deserves to be read. So, here we are. I will say this story isn’t scary in the traditional sense, but it does have a bone-chilling conclusion. I don’t want to spoil the rest of it, so let’s get right into things!…
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Attack of the Killer Yellow Jacket
Attack of the Killer Yellowjacket. A true story of a nightmarish event, in which a yellow jacket assassin was sent after me.
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Monsters of History
Einstein, Churchill, Lincoln, and Curie brought back to life! Monsters of History! This year's October Scary Story!
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The Earworm of Doom
Greetings, loyal readers. It’s October, and that means one thing – scary story time! Every year, in celebration of October and Halloween, I release a special short story focusing on things terrifying and horrific. This month, I shall tackle the subject of music. What’s that? You thought the music posts were gone from aaronjedwards.com? Permanently migrated to audioperfecta.com? Oh, you are mostly right…..however this is no ordinary music post. This is a cautionary tale about what you listen to….and how it might eat your brain. This is….the earworm of doom. Mwahahahaha! Chapter 1: The Discovery of the earworm of doom No one knows where the earworm of doom came from. Some…
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The Curse of The Purple T-rex.
Every year I do a fun, creepy, scary story for October. This year is no different. I’ll be telling the chilling tale of how I once turned into Bernie, the purple T-rex. Of course – this is fiction….or is it? Enjoy this year’s story! December 22nd, 1993. A group of ten or so of us decide to rent a cabin at the coast before the Christmas madness hits a few days later. It’s morning and I’m asleep, or so my bunkmates think. I decide to have a little fun and pretend I’m dreaming. “I love you…..you love me,” I sing, supposedly sleeping. “Look – Aaron’s dreaming….” I hear someone say. …