Rosie O'Carroll

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About Rosie O'Carroll
Writer of horror and supernatural fiction based in the UK. You can read more of her short stories at rosieocarroll.com or follow her on Facebook at rosieocarrollauthor
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Blog postMy sister scours the rockpools at dusk just as the sun makes its evening journey over the horizon. She is barefoot, her long, straggly hair draping over the back of her t-shirt and skimming the waist of her shorts. She is searching for crabs or tiny fish left behind by the tide. I do not see her face, or the fear I imagine flashes through her eyes as she stumbles. Her head makes contact with a jagged rock and plunges face-first into cold salty water. I stay by my window. By the time I7 months ago Read more
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Blog postHey, Marlon, did you write on my board again? I told you it's only for groceries.'
'No, Mum.'
I rubbed it out, certain that Marlon was fibbing. The chalkboard hung on high on the wall by the fridge, and I didn't want him to keep climbing on the barstool to reach it. I rubbed out the stupid message - "GET OUT" and thought no more about it- at least, until the next day, when I saw another message written - "Get out now!"
'Marlon,' I said. 'I to7 months ago Read more -
Blog postI open up 'the Daisy Chain' each morning at 9am and it takes about an hour to clean before the chefs come in. The cafe caters for yummy mummies and ladies who lunch - you know the type.
Before I started, it was known as 'Jennys.' It closed and rebranded, but still sold dishes I could never afford. I used to zip around with the hoover in no time, but now the customer numbers are growing and so is their rubbish. Anyway, I go in one morning and there's this highchair thrown down in the middl7 months ago Read more -
Blog postNo one wants a clown anymore - too creepy, too scary.
Only you were stupid enough to love them. You see, I remembered that hideous bedroom of yours. All those ornaments and Pierrot dolls. My first date gift to you - a trip to the circus. How you laughed at their pathetic tomfoolery. Then you dumped me for that boy in the Sixth Form.
But I bided my time and stalked you on Facebook. I think you'd even forgotten you'd friended me. I saw your post 'Does anyone know a clown for7 months ago Read more -
Blog postAs a child, the steely gaze of the raven fascinated Mark Taylor.
Heading home on warm summer evenings, he’d often stumble upon the shredded remains of a raven’s supper, strewn across the path like grisly confetti. With morbid fascination, he’d crouch down and inspect the tiny beaks and tails and claws while the birds serenaded him from the treetops. As a man, Mark’s passion for ornithology and his exemplary war record formed the necessary steppingstones to the Tower of Londo7 months ago Read more -
Blog postAn invitation to dine with Mr S.K.
They said not to go, but I went anyway.
We sat down for supper, a soiree for two
How did I know we were going to eat Hugh?!
The starter was liver and eyeballs on toast.
He said, 'Don't eat too much now, save room for the Roast.'
The meatloaf was feet-loaf, the pancakes were skin,
The blood sauce exquisite with fingers dipped in.
The leg was delicious and almost like pork,
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Blog postMe and Kim were ‘the hot chicks of Carshalton,’ holding out for handsome hunks. We dreamt of Jacuzzis and Michelin star restaurants – not an oik offering chips and a pie by the ponds. I knew Nathan liked me because he was always in the Co-op buying scratch cards. He’d lurk in the street when my shift finished - just passing, obvs. Or I’d bump into him in the coffee shop, and he’d pester me for dates. Of course, I’d turn him down. Sweet, but not my type.
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Blog postDr Nielson handed me a plastic bag. “Hey Deano, throw these masks in the incinerator; we can’t use them. The box is damaged.”
I’d worked at the laboratory long enough to know to never engage in conversation with a scientist, especially one as shifty as Dr Nielson, so I just said OK and put them in my sack. I trekked down to the basement and took the box out from the plastic bag to inspect it. Since the surge in cases, decent masks were like gold dust. It seemed crim1 year ago Read more -
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“I think there’s something wrong with your cat,” said Mathew as his friend Riley came into the living room with a jug of coffee. “She was acting really weird. She lay down in front of me, and her head kept twisting like she was having some sort of seizure. She’s run behind the sofa now.”
Riley didn’t look overly concerned. “Oh, that’s normal. Lulu’s always acts a bit crazy when we have friends over. Sarah keeps asking me to pick up one of those cat-calming aromatherapy t1 year ago Read more -
Blog postI knew it was a mistake to have a hire car in India.
As we left Delhi airport, it was like finding myself in a video game.
Cars sped past, ignoring traffic lights and speed limits as Gerry swerved to avoid the rickshaws and tuk-tuks and people.
‘Ten points for a beggar,’ shouted Gerry, oblivious to any danger.
I tightened my seatbelt. ‘Slow down; you'll hit someone.’
When a passing ox forced the traffic to a halt, a man, or rather a walking skelet2 years ago Read more -
Blog postGrandad’s photo clattered off the back of the mantlepiece as Julie and David watched Strictly Come Dancing. The frame glanced off their boxer,
Alfonso, who woke up with a loud woof and lumbered towards the kitchen in search of biscuits.
‘How on earth did that happen?’ said David.
‘Shh,’ snapped Julie, who was lying sprawled across the sofa in her onesie. ‘The scores are in.’
David got up from his armchair and picked the photogr2 years ago Read more -
Blog postI really loathe my pointy teeth,They stick out when I smile,Thank god I can’t be photographed,My selfies would be vile.
My skin’s a deathly shade of pale,My breath would kill a cat,There’s woodlice living in my cape,My trousers smell of rat.
My nails are sharp like razors,My eyes are bloodshot red,I once was drop-dead gorgeous,Now women just drop dead.
My jet-black hair is streaked with grey,My six pack’s disappeared,The zombies laugh when I walk past,The werewolves think I’m w2 years ago Read more -
Blog postStravinsky, Shubert and Tchaikovsky. Jacob's violin honoured their memory in the cold street for an hour. Perfect pitch, not a single note missed, not a semibreve off-key.
Beads of sweat peppered his collar despite the chill. His concentration never wavered; the intensity of sound heightened by a sense of sweet revenge, edging closer with every sweep of his bow.
Catgut, metal, horsehair and wood. Sticky resin irritated his skin, yet on he played until the last strai2 years ago Read more -
Blog postJoram’s eyes flicked open as a rat’s sharp teeth bit into his leg. At 2am, the Calais Jungle held terrors both real and imagined, but there was no mistaking the searing pain. Joram slammed his fist down on the rat’s head and winced as its skull cracked. Fumbling for his torch, the rat still attached, he shone the dull beam of light, pulled apart its jaws and threw it in the corner of the shack. Hasan was still sleeping, and Joram noticed a gathering pool of water next to his son’s pillow. He2 years ago Read more
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Blog postAs I’d predicted, the office party was rubbish. I had caught the last tube home, wishing I was already in bed. My carriage was packed with late-night revellers, but I manage to nab one of the last few seats. My eyes were closing in blissful anticipation of a quick doze when a man in his early sixties sat down next to me. Apart from his lumpy physique, no doubt the result of a dubious lifestyle, the only thing of note was his oversized suitcase.
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Blog post‘Connor, are you ok?' I called out to my son, who was sitting in the back seat. ‘Are you hurt?’
‘No, Mummy,’ he replied. ‘Did you hit her with the car?’
‘No, just missed her, stupid old fool.’ The woman certainly looked crazy, judging by her voluminous black dress that looked two sizes too big for her. She was wizened and ancient, like something out of Hammer Horror. A battered top hat sat crooked on her head, and a cascade of grey hair spilt out from underneath it. She wa2 years ago Read more -
Blog postWhile other girls worshipped David and Donny, my bedroom was adorned with photos of my favourite actor, Anton Walbrook. I didn’t have many friends, but it didn’t matter, as my mum and I were always so close. At weekends, she’d put the kettle on we’d snuggle up on the sofa and watch old movies. Anton starred in our favourite films: tales of obsessive love, brainwashed Nazis and suicidal ballerinas. He was always so handsome and mysterious. I loved his neat moustache, luscious dark hair and soft G3 years ago Read more
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Blog postJackie’s a sinister rabbitYou won’t see him hop – he just creepsHe tucks himself under your pillowAnd nibbles your neck while you sleep.
On Sundays, he sidles down chimneysHis beady eyes watching the coastThen he’ll sneak in and your turn off your ovenAnd devour your best Sunday Roast.
You might see a glimpse of a bobtail,Or hear the faint gnawing of teethBut brother, if you want to confront himTell your sister to go buy a wreath.
Where did he come from – nobody knowsHe’s a cha3 years ago Read more -
Blog postFor over one hundred years, actors and filmmakers have headed to the bright lights of Hollywood with the dream of making it big in pictures. Yet for every tale of overnight stardom, there are countless more of disappointment and failure, for behind the glitz and glamour, there is a darker side to Hollywood.Certainly, the location appears to have gained a sinister reputation. Paranormal Investigator Nick Nocerino, former director of the Institute of Psychic and Hypnotic Studies once de3 years ago Read more
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Blog postCourt cases featuring accounts of the paranormal have proven popular fodder for journalists, especially when the headline can feature some sort of genuinely frightening pun such as ‘Scary end for ghost’ Over the past twenty years, the press has reported tales of ghosts connected to all manner of offences. Ghosts have been blamed for encouraging people to commit a crime. There are instances of criminals pretending to be ghosts to intimidate victims and claims for compensation when lives have3 years ago Read more
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Blog postEven at night, a prison is never truly silent. As you sit in your cramped little office, counting the ever-expanding hours until morning, you’ll hear the staccato of coughing or a prisoner crying out in his sleep, a sudden alarm announcing an overdose, and the whirr of CCTV. On some nights, you’ll welcome the temporary illusion of quietness as if the prison has merged into a single sleeping giant, and you are only the person awake in the world. But on other nights, without really knowing why, th3 years ago Read more
Titles By Rosie O'Carroll
by
Scare Street,
Peter Cronsberry,
Tarphy W. Horn,
K. M. McKenzie,
Emil Pellim,
Ryan Benson,
Rosie O'Carroll,
C. B. Channell,
A. M. Todd,
Karl Melton,
J. M. White,
Bob Johnston,
Warren Benedetto,
Ron Ripley
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Terror stalks the night…
An old woman’s obsession with youth leads her to purchase a cursed appliance from a sinister antique shop. A new homeowner discovers her property comes with a deadly addition. And dark forces stalk a troop of innocent boy scouts when they spend the night on a haunted aircraft carrier…
Scare Street delves into the darkness to bring you a new collection of spine-tingling terror. This diabolical tome is bursting with thirteen sinister stories of supernatural horror, featuring ghastly ghosts, cold-blooded killers, and fiendish visions torn from your worst fears.
Just be careful you don’t lose track of time as you meander through this shadowy landscape of dreams and nightmares. Because once the sun sets, something waits for you in the darkness of night.
And if it finds you, you may never see daylight again…
This bone-chilling supernatural collection contains:
1. Cool Air by Peter Cronsberry
2. The Presentation by Tarphy W. Horn
3. The Homeowner's Guide to Sanity by K. M. McKenzie
4. Retrospective: Florne's Ghost by Emil Pellim
5. 7734 by Ryan Benson
6. Aisle 3 by Rosie O'Carroll
7. Pumpkin Patch by C. B. Channell
8. The Third Father by A. M. Todd
9. Troop 94’s Last Scouting Trip by Karl Melton
10. Play It, Win It, Kill It by J. M. White
11. Satan's Town by Bob Johnston
12. Everything as It Was by Warren Benedetto
13. Summer Camp by Ron Ripley