The Nickronomicon

Horror and Fantasy fiction posted by Nicholas Paschall every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. 

February 5, 2020

Samuel didn’t know how long he and Michael stood in front of Father Reynolds as the man read from a small Bible and frankly, he didn’t care. He just wanted to leave.

The basement was creepy and cold. He heard a constant dripping of water around him, the squeaks and skit...

January 31, 2020

“You’re weak…”

Samuel frowned, not daring to look up at Father Reynolds as he stalked before him and the others. The old priest was wiry, with bulking forearms and shoulders that made him look kind of like a great ape, just one with a pencil thin beard hanging low off h...

January 10, 2020

Sitting in my living room, as I do every night, I lean back in my chair and reach for the newspaper. I know that the news is old by now, and that I could get more recent and useful updates just by adjusting the station on the radio, but I find the act of flipping throu...