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13 Days of Horror: Barry J. Northern – A Trick of the Night


Our next howl of horror is from a charismatic writer of unique style and a recent admiration of mine. His stories spin between fable, mystery, humor, and horror, are always enriched with salient detail, and never conclude with expected outcomes. His newest release, Rhiannon’s Glade, at Flashes in the Dark is another great example of his enchanting work.

Please welcome my next guest, Barry J. Northern and his fantastic story, A Trick of the Night.

A Trick of the Night

by Barry J. Northern

It was hard to convince Clara to go stay with her mother that night, a year ago today. She hadn’t believed me, even after I’d waved her off. It was already dark by then, nearly too late.

I bolted the door, the strange ringing in my head had already begun. I had escaped my curious malady the previous year because we had been abroad. I don’t know why that made a difference. That was the first year Halloween passed without incident for me. The year before the holiday, Clara had been away with her mother, and so did not witness my annual fugue that year either. As a young man, before I met Clara, I’m told I nearly strangled a trick-or-treater. I remember nothing. Every year since then, I have contrived to be alone.

Don’t ask me why it happens. No doctor has ever admitted it even does, for the rest of the year I am perfectly sane. I believed then that I had grown used to managing it.

I walked around the house and turned off all the lights. The darkness helped a little, and it would help prevent callers. In the kitchen I lit a candle, and stared into its hypnotic flame. The ringing in my head abated for a time, but then the kitchen light turned itself on inexplicably. I moaned. It had begun. I hoped I wouldn’t start seeing people who weren’t there again. I turned off the light, shouting “be gone, be gone!” up the stairs to ward off ghosts. The light didn’t come on again after that.

I stayed in front of the soothing candle, but before long my hands began to shake. I had been prepared for this. They needed something to do. I went to the kitchen drawer and took out the pumpkin-carving utensils I had bought as part of a kit earlier that week; a small saw, a scoop, and a little knife, all with orange plastic handles molded into Jack o’ Lantern faces.

With the knife and saw to grip, the twitching in my hand began to calm down, but I couldn’t remember where the pumpkin was. It had been too large to store with the other vegetables. I went out into the hallway but it wasn’t there. Strangely though, I noticed Clara’s coat still hanging on the door, with her shoes underneath. I hurried out, eyes squeezed shut, fighting off the image that had steeled into my mind of someone hanging there. She must have worn a different coat, that’s all.

Back in the kitchen I saw the pumpkin on the kitchen table. I shrugged, used to such quirks, and with saw and knife in hand I quickly set to work. It was a tough one, and it took a long time to cut the top out, but once done I soon had it hollowed out with the custom scoop, leaving the fleshy pulp out on the kitchen table. I’d clear it up later. I carved out eyes with the small knife, and cut a jagged smile before putting in the candle and replacing the lid. As usual, I couldn’t quite get it to fit right and the light shone through the gaps.

I stared at the flickering light glowing from within the pumpkin face for several minutes, a sense of calm washing over me. It was as if I had poured my madness into my creation for I was soon asleep.

I had thought the banging was in my dreams until the police burst in and woke me up. They tell me a neighbor had heard the screams. I couldn’t have been asleep for long, for the candle in the pumpkin still illuminated the room. I remember looking up groggily at the two policemen as they came charging into the kitchen, and the look of horror on their faces as they skidded to a halt, another man running into them as they blocked the doorway. The first policeman, a young man, fell to his knees and vomited, but the other two were as pale as ghosts, transfixed by something behind me.

The clock struck midnight, and the ringing in my head suddenly stopped. I turned and truly beheld what my insane handiwork had wrought. My beloved Clara sat in the kitchen chair across from me, her neck broken, head twisted around to sit on the table in a mess of bloody oatmeal. The sputtering candlelight mocked me through the empty sockets of her eyes.

Barry J. Northern blogs here ~ Barry J. Northern: Speculative Fiction Writer

20 thoughts on “13 Days of Horror: Barry J. Northern – A Trick of the Night”

  1. Heads off to you Barry … I mean — well, you know what I mean … tight, taut, terror well-drawn out in tending to all the careful details your disciplined drive of fantasy on the unleash serves up lately, Sir Barry the Northern. Damn – Harry used "Scary Barry" already … still fits, but kind of ruins the old adage, "I'd rather light a candle than curse the darkness", now doesn't it? ~ Absolutely*Kate


  2. For me it doesn't get any better than that killer last line… "The sputtering candlelight mocked me through the empty sockets of her eyes…." Ooof. Good one, Barry. Keep the horror up. It suits you.


  3. Thanks all, thanks so much! :) I'm really enjoying Erin's 13-days as well. And thanks Jodi for the OMG. Apart from the Fables, I'm pretty much only writing horror stories at the moment thanks to Erin's initial kick. My NaNo novel is going to be a horror story too.


  4. I'm so glad I didn't have oatmeal for breakfast this morning.Barry,You plotted the tension and suspense perfectly. You wrote in such a way, that I knew what the pumpking really was, but no, I was hoping…hoping…the shocked police men tell all. OMG- you were made to write this genre. This and Rhiannon are your gems. Keep writing this. Please.Excellent, Barry!


  5. I think the development of this piece is terrific Barry — it is hard to create this kind of suspenseful shocker and seeing the horror through the police officers first is a brilliant way to reveal the character’s darkness.Finely done.Thank you to everyone for all the great feedback on these super stories and the 13 Days of Horror.


  6. Great, Barry, now you've ruined pumpkin pie for me! Wonderful story. Personal demons are always far far scarier than the other kind. Thanks for sharing this, and the others with us Erin.


  7. These stories have really become the highlight of my day. Barry, I found your description of his struggle with his temporary insanity quite unsettling. That ending was brilliant. Very well done.


  8. Barry, the kitchen light turning itself on was the real kickstart to a wonderful build and climax. The spluttering, mocking candle was a perfect touch. Bravo, sir!


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