Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

The rancid smell of death tears at his eyes, and he tightly clutches at the handkerchief, firmly pressing it against his nose and mouth.

A radio comes to life with a screech, “Bannister, answer me god damn it!”

He raises the mouthpiece to his dry, pale lips, “I found her.”

 Keep and eye out for the 50 Word Story Extended version, or, if you’re feeling game, try to extend it yourself…..