For the month of October, I will try to post a Micro Horror story each day, each one around two sentences long. Stay tuned for the whole month!

Oct. 1:

Enid had always said to her children, “Why as often as you call, I could have been dead for a week and eaten by the cats.” Now, as she lay at the bottom of the stairs, her leg twisted under her, she looked up at the dozen yellow eyes staring down at her and realized she had been wrong: they weren’t going to wait until she was dead.