Coffin Hop #4

Welcome back. With the beginning of a new week, I think we should go back over the important historical points of the recent past.

1. You are currently in the middle of the 2014 Coffin Hop. This is a blog tour dedicated to horror fiction. It started on the 24th and will end on Halloween.

2. Every blog in the tour is hosting some sort of giveaway. To enter mine, just leave me a comment on a part of the story. You will receive one entry per post for each comment. The winner will receive an e-book copy of my first novel, Double Occupancy.

3. This is a fantastic blog tour with a lot of talented people. Go enjoy yourself as they all share their own tales for the Halloween season.

4. Happy Samhain

I also want to say thank you to all the hoppers that are visiting. I love seeing everyone and hope you will come back throughout the coming year.

L. E. White


Megan sat in the bathroom with her back against the wall. She had started out sitting on the toilet, but it wasn’t comfortable enough to keep doing it all night. She was twirling her hair with two fingers, tying a knot in the long, blonde strands that she would cuss herself for the next time she brushed it.

The bathroom itself was huge. Two sinks, a big garden tub and a separate shower. She wished she had one like this.

Megan looked over at the toilet. “Why did I have to get this room,” she said. “Every time I look at that I feel like I have to go.”

She puckered her lips, pouting for no good reason, until she heard it. There was a soft popping sound from bubbles working their way up the drain. She remembered her grandmother’s sink doing that whenever they did the dishes.

She looked at the tub and whispered, “Maybe somebody flushed the downstairs toilet.”

That didn’t make any sense. The house looked like it had been abandoned for years. There shouldn’t have been any water in the pipes.

Megan was looking at the toilet when she heard the metal rub along metal. She turned to look the other direction, and watched the shower curtain slide along its bar.

“Oh fuck.” Megan whispered the words until the curtain had reached the opposite wall. She held her flash light in her hands, the beam off since she could see from the moonlight. Her hand slid up the shaft, putting her finger on the button, ready to turn it on, when a soft light began to glow on the other side of the curtain.

“Ohfuckohfuckohfuck,” her litany sped up as the light grew brighter. Megan could see a ball of green coming up from the floor, rising slowly, like an old helium balloon. She scooted along the floor, away from the shower until her shoulders touched the toilet bowl.

The edge of the curtain shifted, and it began to slide open. Megan’s teeth began to chatter and she rolled around the front of the toilet. She put the porcelain between her and the light, watching over the top of the lid as the shower opened.

When it was about half way across the bar, the curtain jerked and ripped the rest of the way open. The old plastic material tore free of the rings that held it in place and Megan screamed.

At nothing.

The moment the curtain ripped, the light winked out and the room as dark again. Megan’s scream continued for a moment before she peeked through one eye at the empty room.

“What the hell,” she said as she looked around.

A few minutes later, Megan stood up, turned on the flashlight, and walked over to check the curtain. It was torn from all the rings that held it to the rod, but she couldn’t see anything else wrong with it. The shower was the same as it had been when she walked in. She was alone in the room.

Megan turned, letting the light work its way around the room to show her that it was the same dingy, old off white that it had been a couple of hours ago.

She exhaled a deep breath, and turned back to the mirror.

Standing behind her, was a tall, thin man with glowing green eyes. His mouth was open wide, like a snake who was about to eat a mouse, and the green light flickered in the back of his throat.

Megan screamed again and spun around to face the creature. She stumbled backward, tripping over her herself before falling. Her head hit the edge of the bath with a thud before she bounced off the floor.

Connor closed his eyes, left his mouth hanging open, and sighed. “Delicious.”

The radio on his hip clicked and he listened to Megan check in. As he looked down at the expanding poll of blood under her head, Connor smiled, and patted his stomach.


Click here to continue alone the 2014 Coffin Hop

  1. bn100
    October 27, 2014 at 9:05 PM

    That was a scary scene

    bn100candg at hotmail dot com

  2. October 27, 2014 at 11:05 PM

    Fantastic! So creepy 😉

  3. afstewart
    October 28, 2014 at 3:49 PM

    Very ominous and menacing.

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