Intruder Stories

“A surfeiting of terror soon makes terror a cliché.”-Richard Matheson, “I Am Legend”***Dora’s ghost and Jill’s ghost left the basement at midnight, dragging chains all the way up the apartment building’s thirteen floors. The chains were Dora’s idea. “If we’re going to haunt people, we should have chains,” she said. Jill thought it was silly, but she didn’t argue. Dora had always gotten her way when they were alive, and so...

My god! I can’t believe it!How did you get in here?I thought I had securitySeal the perimeter I knew you might be comingYou’re never gone for longSo I took precautionsAnd I see I wasn’t wrong Did you sweet-talk someone?Or forge a master key?Did you scale the buildingTo reach the balcony? Now that you're discoveredI need to make you goWill you do it quietlyOr will you tell me "no?" I'd hate to threaten using forceBut it’s...

I Jason has a villa near the coast, and it is surrounded with beauty. Most of the grounds were planned, designed and made by Jason's own hands. One night like a few other nights, after locking up downstairs, but leaving the back door unlocked, Jason goes upstairs to the patio. There he can sit for hours just relaxing and looking at the stars in the dark. Around one o’clock, his cell phone goes off, letting him know one of...

I lay down beside you.I don't reach out because I know you are there.That unbroken connection which binds us togetherLike virtual handcuffsIs that too suggestive?I know it doesn't sound like meBut I'm a changed man since first we metChanged, changed utterlyBut no regretsLess than I was Fully to become moreI expectWell, what would you suggest?