This Halloween, I thought I would start a new semi-regular feature: Weird Fiction Monday! I’ve been a long-time author of weird fiction, and thought I would start posting some of my old and new writing as a motivation to write more. Stories are not meticulously edited, so don’t yell at me for not-quite-right grammar and odd phrasings.
This particular story was written in 2001, not too long after I defended my Ph.D. In fact, it is almost exactly the ten-year anniversary of its writing. It is also the closest I’ve been to being published in Weird Tales! I was actually asked to provide a rewrite of the story, but I didn’t have the will back then to make the story as concise as it needed to be.
They Always Preregister, and They Never Miss a Class
They are all around him, watching him. Thousands of them, maybe more. Their eyes stare at him unblinkingly, hungrily, intently.
They are silent. Waiting for him to move, eagerly. He can hear his own rapid breathing. The light in his eyes nearly blinds him.
An object is being dragged to him, solemnly, carefully. He knows he must act, but he cannot. His mind returns, again and again, to the events of five days before, which led him directly to the place he stands now.



