MicroHorror

Mark enjoys having yard sales to bargain off the superfluous. Things like an old puzzle someone is buying for 50¢. Mark’s departing words to the patron: “Good luck.”

The patron discovers the reverse side of each piece is labeled with ink. Intrigued, he connects them upside down, revealing a detailed map. One piece is marked “$.”

The pieces guide him to an abandoned farm where he finds a container. Unfortunately, it’s pressurized with cyanide. Death comes quite painfully.

Mark dismembers the body so it can fit snugly with the others. He’ll have a yard sale again next month, weather permitting.

My name’s Mike. I work at a drugstore’s photo lab. I’m replacing John, who stopped showing up for work. He replaced Josie. There’s been a lot of turnover but I don’t know why. It pays $9.75 an hour–a buck more than cashiers like Susan.

I’m closing down when my boss makes a rather strange request: to develop some film of his.

The pictures are of John, the previous developer. His body is dismembered. Images of feet, hands, his head. While petrified, my boss whispers, “You’re next.”

Hi. My name’s Susan. I’m replacing Mike who worked in the photo lab…