The Nickronomicon

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

May 22, 2019

Blinking, Brandon slowly woke with the realization that something was wrong. His arms spread wide, painfully so. He was in his evening wear and tied to a rough tree, one he’d seen a dozen times, if not more. Flexing against the restraints, he pulled and twisted until h...

April 11, 2019

“There! Look, there he is!” Bill exclaimed excitedly in a hushed whisper. He and I had been sitting in a deer blind for the better part of a day, camped just above a creek that he claimed all the woodland critters used.

He’d made that claim at four in the morning when w...

March 29, 2019

“All right my young apprentice, let’s get a move on!” Professor Nickels shouted as he leaped from standing pillar to standing pillar, ignoring the darkened recesses far below them. The portly man, miniature in stature, never seemed to have any problem moving along in t...

March 22, 2019

The wall blew apart from the three sticks of dynamite used to “open” the sealed crypt, creating clouds of dust and detritus as it rained from the roughly hewn stone slabs making up the ancient Phoenician structure. Crushing her cigarette out, Jennifer moved from behind...

March 16, 2019

Light! 

Searing, brutal light awakens you, pulling you from the dark oblivion you didn’t even know you were in. Screams echo around you, long and pained, and it’s only after a few moments you realize one is coming from your lips. You ache all over, your nerve endings al...

March 9, 2019

Long fingers glide over the piano keys, plucking out long notes in a never-ending sonata that seems to both fill the chamber yet fall into the background for those having conversations over their two hundred-dollar meals. Xavier didn’t care if they listened to his musi...

March 8, 2019

Staring at the old doll, Skye wondered where it all began. Obviously, it’d happened when she’d purchased the doll, an old rabbit with wobbly ears in a sundress with tiny black tap shoes, for her daughter, who’d been away at her grandmother’s house for the last week enj...

March 1, 2019

“Alright Coby, I’m down here,” Jackson said through his radio, the burly construction worker shining a flashlight in the narrow tunnel that was the sewer of 6th street. It ran some eight feet, with grates high above showing the shining neon lights of the many bars that...