Happy Halloween, everybody!!  Here’s a little something for your trick-or-treat bag — a little horror flash fiction entitled “There In The Bags.”

This was one of my entries into Microfiction Monday Magazine’s 100-Word Horror Story Challenge.  It was rejected by the publisher, while two other of my submissions were selected.  I still have a soft spot in my heart for this one, though, because it’s just a brainless little gory ghost story.

Enjoy.  🙂

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“There in the Bags.”

Us little people dump the bags in the hospital basement – not them six-figure docs.

The trick is not thinkin’ about what’s in ‘em.  It’s tough.  I mean … they’re bright red, and the big black letters say “MEDICAL WASTE.”

My co-worker Barry’s a jerk.  Keeps laughing and reminding me what’s in there – placentas, blood, gangrened burn tissue … maybe even a severed arm.  Barry jokes that maybe a departed soul from a dead man will get lost and wind up there in the bags.  Try to come back.

I want Barry here, now.  God, I do.

One bag just moved.