BERTHA DINN, 89, DISAPPEARED FROM HER HOME IN WHITE PLAINS, NEW YORK. A THRILLER GHOST STORY.

THE LAST PERSON BERTHA SAW WAS PATTI GREGG, SIX, ON NEW YEAR’S DAY OF 2025. THAT WAS UNFORTUNATE.

Bertha Dinn, 89, spoke to the police dispatcher in a terrified trembling voice. Little Patti Gregg, six, was standing in her yard throwing rocks at her window. She wanted to tell Patti to move on. But she couldn’t and wouldn’t. The dispatcher asked Bertha why.

“Because she’s dead,” Bertha said. “She was struck and killed by a truck three days ago on her bike. She looks deranged.”

“Ma’am, did you say she’s dead?”

“Yes! Dead, as in dead. She’s mad at me. Because I told her parents, she threw rocks at houses before. And they punished her. She’s come to get me. She’s always been a revengeful brat. Get someone here. Please!”

“Ma’am, a car is coming to you.”

“Please hurry! Oh, my. She’s coming to my door. Please hurry.”

BAM! BAM! BAM!

“Bertha! Bertha! What’s going on Bertha?”

“She’s kicking my door.”

BAM! BAM! BAM!

“Bertha!”

“She’s pounding on my door. You have come! You have to…”

CRACK! CRASH!

“Bertha! Bertha! Talk to me, Bertha!”

The line went dead.

Bertha’s family has offered a reward for her whereabouts.

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A BREAKING FICTION NEWS STORY- A HORROR IN RHODE ISLAND – 100 PEOPLE WERE ARRESTED IN A SHOCKING ASSISTED SUICIDE AND CANNIBALISM CASE

A Rhode Island reporter broke this story on the Never Unfaithful Church. Law enforcement called this a horror story out of the depths of hell. You decide.  

The story took place in Deeder, Rhode Island, next to Jamestown.

At six AM, Pastor Bernard Jenkins began dismembering himself. One hundred members of his faithful flock urged him on. Witnesses said Pastor Jenkins had a syringe pump that infused him with large amounts of morphine. He sat on the floor and sawed off a lower leg with an electric saw. A parishioner wrapped the severed limb in plastic wrap. Then put it in a corner of the church. Just as Pastor Jenkins had instructed them to do before starting the ceremony. Pastor Jenkins sawed off a thigh next. It was also wrapped and placed somewhere in the church.

The sequence of events continued until all that was left of the Pastor was one arm and his upper torso. The Pastor shoved the saw blade into his sternum (breastbone) to cut the rest of his body in half. His heart was sliced in half before he could finish. He died within seconds.

The parishioners then lined up at a table and drank the liquid that the Pastor had prepared for them. The ones who did not pass out became deathly ill. They tried to get out of the church. But the Pastor had locked them in and barred the windows. All the parishioners fell unconscious.

Someone called the Police station. The caller identified himself as Pastor Jenkins. (This would later be determined as impossible. Pastor Jenkins was dead when the call was made. But the phone call did come from inside the church.) He said people needed help. Or they would die.

Police arrived and broke down the door. Everyone was taken to the hospital and arrested while there. A recording showed the entire event. Hospital tests revealed large quantities of LSD in the parishioners’ systems.

But in a bizarre twist, the Pastor’s body was not found. The blood at the scene was the Pastor’s. Some parishioners explained the missing body. They saw the Pastor’s limbs crawl back to his torso. His body then stood and walked away.

Stay tuned. There could be more to this story than officials want us to know.

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WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU ARE IN A HORROR STORY-A HORROR THRILLER SHORT STORY.

Many people say they danced with the devil. Elanor Mackenzie never says it. Because she did. And now he won’t go away. Enjoy this horror thriller short story.

Elanor Mackenzie broke up with her boyfriend Chad three weeks ago. They agreed it was for the best. Chad fell in love with her sister, Mindy. Mindy left her husband for Chad. And she severed relations with Elanor for Chad. Chad was her soulmate. All week Elanor hoped that one day Chad and Mindy would get their comeuppance. Those two had rained pain down on everyone.

Three of Elanor’s girlfriends forced her to go out with them. They took Elanor to bars and a nightclub to have fun. It would be a night to forget about Chad and Mindy. So many men wanted to dance with Elanor. She danced until her feet hurt. When she and her friends were leaving, a young man asked Elanor if he could call her. She hesitated to answer. Her friends told him yes. His name was Lived Natas. It was a family name.

Elanor went to bed that night feeling desirable again. Lived was twenty-five with model looks. And he wanted her thirty-five-year-old body. She dreamed about the handsome man. They made love all night. The next morning she woke happy and exhausted. A note was on her counter by the stove. She did not remember putting it there. It read: Thank you for inviting me in. We had a wonderful time. I will never leave you. I will never hurt you. And I left you a gift.

Elanor squinted. Was he there last night? No. She dreamed it. This was a scary joke. She looked outside in her driveway. A large box was in it. She went out and looked at it. An envelope was taped to the box. The outside of it said, look inside the box first. Elanor pulled the tape off. She then opened the flaps, jumped back, and fell to the ground, screaming.

A neighbor called the police. Inside the box were the twisted remains of Chad and Mindy. Their eyes were missing. Inside the envelope were the eyes of Chad and Mindy. The note read. “I’ll only look at you.”

The police have looked for Lived Natas for months. No one knows him. But a detective who solves puzzles and word games noticed Lived Natas’ name. He moved the letters around and stood up. On the sheet read – DEVIL SATAN.

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A Scary Little Girl Helped Me With An Idea – A Horror Short Story

Mattie became a character one day when I was at the store. I can’t say that. Mattie was created from several events. But at the store, I met Mattie. I had walked by a mother and daughter. The daughter may have been seven. She stared at me with a devious smile. It was as if she was saying, I know something you don’t. Something bad. I caught myself thinking about what was behind that smile. And did I want to know?

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You Learn All Kinds Of Things In A Graveyard – A Horror Short Story

Hi, I’m Joan,

I’m shy. Not a complete introvert. Just shy. And I write horror books. I’ll tell you a brief story.

Once I spent the night in a graveyard with a friend. I did it on a dare. We were fourteen. We lied to our parents that we were at a sleepover. This was my start to horror stories. But the story I want you to know about is Mattie. Mattie is my horror novella story on Amazon. She’s scary and adorable. I’ll tell you how she came to be in the next story.

Like I said, I’m Joan.

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The Price Of Love Has No Boundaries – PART 3 – A Horror Thriller Short Story

Love can live beyond the human spirit, and longer than it should. Enjoy Part 3 of this horror thriller short story.

PART 3 

He sped to the hospital, parked, and took the elevator to the admission desk. “My wife, Marie, is a nurse here,” he said. “She said my brother-in-law…”

The man behind the desk said, “Jason, I know who you are. Marie is over there.” He nodded to the waiting area. “It’s not your brother-in-law. It’s Cara. She… She… I’ll let Marie tell you.”

He rushed over to Marie. “She overdosed,” Marie said. “Cara overdosed.” His mouth dropped open. “The medics found her three hours ago. No one knew she was our Cara. Until thirty minutes ago. Can you believe it? Depression finally took my baby sister.”

Paul stared in disbelief. He peeked at the clock on the wall. He had just made love to Cara thirty minutes ago.

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The Price Of Love Has No Boundaries – PART 2 – A Horror Thriller Short Story

Love can live beyond the human spirit, and longer than it should. Enjoy Part 2 of this horror thriller short story.

PART 2 

She got out of bed. His phone rang. He looked at the screen. Marie’s name was on the screen. He was hesitant to answer. “Hello, honey.”

“I need you to get to the hospital,” Marie said. He tried to ask why. “She’s dying. I have to go.”

He jumped out of bed and dressed while calling out to Cara. Cara was quiet. He ran to the bathroom. Cara opened the door.

“I have to go,” he said. “My brother-in-law has been sick. Marie just called and said he’s dying. I’ll call you later.” They kissed. He rushed out of the motel room and looked back. She waved at him from the doorway. He waved and left.

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The Price Of Love Has No Boundaries – PART 1 – A Horror Thriller Short Story

Love can live beyond the human spirit, and longer than it should. Enjoy Part 1 of this horror thriller short story.

PART 1

Jason and Cara lay in bed. Her head was on his chest. She whispered, “This is the happiest I’ve ever been.”

He kissed her on the head and said, “Me too. And I hate it. It makes what I have to do even harder than it is.”

“No, it doesn’t,” she said. “Let’s just leave things the way they are. I could never hurt Marie. And nor could you.”

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“No,” she said. “But it’s for the best.” She lifted her head, looked down at him, and kissed him. “I need to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

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Prologue – A Late-Night Visit — from MATTIE: A Thriller Horror Novella

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PROLOGUE – A LATE-NIGHT VISIT

TWO

DARREN TOOK THREE DEEP breaths and turned the corner into the barn. He jerked to a stop. He could not believe his eyes. The carnage was unimaginable. Dead, mutilated rabbits and bloody white rabbit fur were everywhere. The rabbits’ wooden and wire mesh cages were torn apart. “Damn it,” Darren said. “They destroyed thirty rabbits.” He spun around when something hit a horse stall. It was one of the horses. He watched it collapse to the ground. “What in the hell?” Then he heard the cows running across the field. “What the hell was going on?”

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He ran out of the barn, looked into the dark field, and raised his shotgun. The moonlight helped him to see. He adjusted his aim to get a straight shot at the shadowy figure riding on the back of one of the cows. He squeezed the trigger. The gun kicked when it fired. He hoped he had not hit the cow. He squinted into the dark to see if he had shot anything. A wild dog? A wild animal?  A bear?  A coyote?

“Aaaahhhhh!” he yelled and covered his face and fell backward. Something had attacked him. It moved quickly from his face to his neck. He tried to grab it. It jumped to his back. He reached over his shoulder. It moved to his chest and the back of his neck. He grabbed at whatever was on top of him and screamed, “Aaaahhhhhh!”

“Darren!” Denice yelled, running off the porch with her rifle in hand. She could see Darren fighting with a figure. “Darren!” She raised the rifle and squeezed off a shot. Then something plowed into her with such force she left her feet. She hit the ground and gasped. The thing tore at her stomach. It ripped her clothes and her skin. She yelled. But no one heard her or came. She fought, got to her feet, and ran. Her knees buckled. She stumbled toward the house. She was in severe pain when she reached for the door.

Claws wrapped around her face. They were crushing her head. The thought of dying gave her a second wind. She grabbed at whatever was on her back and spun around in circles, trying to get it off. Then she gasped, froze, dropped to her knees, and fell sideways.

Darren and Denice lay twenty feet apart. Both were too bloody and out of it to see where the blood was coming from. They lay still. The cows, horses, and chickens were quiet. The area was back to dark and quiet as it was most nights. Moonlight shined on the one cow lying halfway over the fence. Deep tears down to the bone went down its side. Its tongue hung out. Its large head was nearly decapitated from its thick neck. The other cows stayed far away from the dead cow. It was as if they knew something terrible had happened there.

MATTIE: A Thriller Horror Novella

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FOND MEMORIES – A HORROR THRILLER SHORT STORY

This is a brief story about Mattie’s parents. Please enjoy. Check out MATTIE the book on Amazon. And let me know that you think!

Howard and Cynthia Green, Mattie’s parents, sat on the couch and looked through the photo album. An earlier photo of Mattie grabbed their hearts. The trickle of blood that ran down the corners of Mattie’s mouth only made her more adorable. The photo was taken on a sunny Sunday family drive. Mattie yelled, “Stop” from the backseat.

They pulled over to the side of the road. An enormous green field with cattle grazing was next to them. Mattie jumped from her booster seat through the window. They were shocked she moved that fast. They knew Mattie was quick. But nothing like what she just did. They thought she was hurt and rushed out of the car to look for her. Then broke out in laughter at their precocious daughter.

Barefoot Mattie, all three feet of her, was perched on the barbed wire fence watching the cows. The cows jerked their heads toward Mattie and stampeded away. Mattie giggled. Knowing they wanted her to chase them. She sprung off the fence and landed twenty feet away into a sprint. She bounded onto one of the largest cows. He went left and right to shake her off. She laughed and playfully sunk her teeth into his back. One minute later, he slowed and lay down. His nervous system was paralyzed by Mattie’s long, retractable teeth. The cow had only felt a pinch. A half-hour later, it had recovered. Mattie lay beside him until he did.

Mattie: A Horror Thriller Novella

Howard and Cynthia looked at one another and teared up. Their little girl was having another birthday. Those cute memories were fading. She was still cute despite her having decades of history in her system. And she would always be their little Mattie.  

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