To say here is far, and to call yonder nearby. Stories on the edge of the every day, strange tales you may or may not be moved by. Strange, curious, fantastic stories told by me, you, him and her. There are many stories but they’re all concluded within a single page, each story around 200 to 1200 characters in length, a short story collection you can easily read. Please enjoy them. Updated every Saturday at 6pm.
I received news that my grandfather was in a critical condition so I needed to get back home quickly.
I prepared myself for a long night and sped off alone in my car, when suddenly I felt a large impact. Instantly a chill ran down my spine. There was nothing in my field of vision but I stopped the car and quickly ran outside to see what I’d hit.
But there was nothing to be found, on the road or anywhere else. There wasn’t even any evidence of an accident. I looked around the surrounding area and called out but the only response was that of the bugs and the dead of night.
Tilting my head I got back into the driver’s seat and when I turned the car light on I finally noticed it.
There was a handprint on the bonnet, like it had been slapped on there with mud. It looked exactly like that of a human pressing down from above. I could see each and every one of the five fingers clearly.
Even so… I was full of questions.
Although I have a rather small car, just what kind of being could the owner of a handprint that covered the entire space of my bonnet been?