You can find some of my horror/thriller short stories here. These were written for various podcasts or storytelling events and I have them here for the enjoyment of others. Please note the stories are under my full copyright and I give permission for royalty-free performance/readings of the stories for non-commercial purposes. The stories must not be changed or altered in any way without written permission from me. Any public performance of the stories must credit Rick Baldwin as the author. The stories may not be reprinted without written permission from me. For commercial or other use of the stories, please send me an inquiry.
Death Of The Moon
Punky Moon was gettin’ married to Reba Anderson and there wuddn’t nobody less happy about that than Punky Moon. Truth was, after he got engaged to Reba, Punky Moon fell in love with Willie Mae Snodgrass down at the feed store and now he was in a mess of trouble!
The Specter of Red Dog Road
A lot of people say they seen the ghost of a haggard old coal miner, holding his lantern, just a cryin’ and a hollerin’ somethin’ fierce.
Farm Fresh Eggs
When she returned to the kitchen, Fiona noticed Monster had relocated to the bedroom. Breakfast preparations would need to begin immediately.
The Scarlet Kilt
I don’t think it will spoil my story one bit if I tell you up front that I’m dead. It isn’t the fact that I’m dead that makes my tale most interesting, but the how I ended up dead. This is that story.
Fergus MacDuff
For as long as I can remember, the name “Fergus MacDuff” has been a part of my consciousness. When I was a child, my parents used the name as a threat or motivation for correction. “If you don’t clean your plate, Fergus MacDuff will get you.” “Clean your room or Fergus MacDuff will find you in the night.” As kids, we imagined Fergus MacDuff lived under our beds, his long, dirty fingers grasping for our ankles every time we went to turn in for the night. Most of the time we would run to our beds and take a long dive onto the safety of the mattress, relieved we avoided another murderous grasping attempt by old Fergus MacDuff.
The Old Lockhart House
It’s even more terrifying when you realize the scream you just heard wasn’t a hog at all but it’s human and it’s coming right toward you.