Inspector Lee found an unmarked white envelope at his desk. No one knew where it came from and who put it there. In it was a flash drive with a single video file. He didn't dare play it at work.

He took his laptop played it in his car at lunch.

It appeared to be a mishmash of various security cam footage edited into a single video. The time stamps were all over the place. The days rolled forward and backward. Some had no time-stamps at all.

The only thing they had in common was that they showed the same girl. Inside his house, at his work desk on his day off with no one noticing her. Rifling through his desk, dancing around his kitchen. ...wtf?

He looked away and back for a second, and suddenly her face was filling the monitor. The girl looked right at the camera. 

"Hey Lee... I can see youuuu..". She sing-songed. Then disappeared.

Lee felt a cold shiver run down his spine.  He was never going to get used to her. 

The video stopped and disappeared, leaving a bunch of files in it's place. When Lee opened a few of them, his eyes nearly bugged out of his head.

"There's not enough cells left at the precinct for this." He grinned.

She lived on a long stretch of empty road right off the highway. With so many rumors of it being haunted, she fit right in. It helped that she looked like the urban legend of a disappearing hitchhiker.
Rumor had it that if you picked up the ghostly hitchhiker, she'd disappear half-a kilometer down the road and crash the vehicle. More likely that the freaked out driver lost control of their cars or truck and fish-tailed into a ditch than the hitchhiker making them crash. It's not like they were harmed. Well... mostly unharmed.
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The thugs who were currently cursing at the empty security truck weren't so lucky one was already down. Hair turned white and hand-shaped welts around his neck. He was only unconscious. She din't need to kill him to feed. Not when there were so many lovely snacks. She dropped thug 1 in the driver's seat.

The other thugs slowly noticed that one of their own was missing when they heard the thud. All arguments stopped as they approached the front of the truck, guns out. Then the truck started moving, even if though with the engine off. The road was flat (no sign of an incline), so it couldn't be the handbrakes.
The truck stopped again. This time they reached the front doors and opened them from both sides. As one they peelef inside.

All of them were later found unconscious by Inspector Lee and his partner. Hair turned white and with hand-shaped welts around their neck.

She walked past them unseen. They were too busy trapped in their minds, their worst fears & terrors leaving them blind. A flick of the wrist sent the guard's keys flying to her.  Letting her unlock the door without damaging it and retrieve the shaken but unharmed little girl.

"It's alright. You're safe."  She whispered to the child without saying a word, picked her up and walked out. Leaving the little girl clutching her neck to wonder who this person was and why all the bad man were shaking & screaming. But she felt safe.

It was only later that the child would remember that the girl wore no shoes and left no footprints on the dusty, grimy floor.

Sci-fi plot

I want a movie about humanoid robots sent to explore a planet and encountering sc-fi horror movie scenarios like alien, predator etc. with the control crew back on earth/space-station safely watching from the monitors and being horrified anyway. The whole thing should lead to some interesting, dare I say 'possibly unique' scenarios. The robots may or may not be fully sentient. But they would react in interesting ways because they're not human. The control crew could have a healthy non-AI is a crapshoot relationship with them. 
Heck! This could apply to other horror tropes as well. Haunted house, Monster etc.
Do stories like this exist already?
If not, make it happen captain!

Back your program.

Inspector Lee switched off the car radio. The attackers thought it would be a clean quick job. In and out in 5 minutes. Who did they think they're dealing with? Morons.

Stakeouts are long and boring. Black coffee is mandatory to stay awake. The number of coffees you consume is directly proportional to the length of the stakeout. He probably had too many from the buzz he was getting. Lee swore he could see radio waves. His partner was doing better than him...marginally. If being obnoxiously cheerful on a stakeout could be considered better.

Was she possessing his dreams. For she'd brought him here with all the cryptic clues she'd left behind. And was it always raining and snowing when she showed up?

Lee looked at the pen drive that the girl left him. It was a ghost drive with a self-booting app. All he had to do is sneak in to the warehouse across the street after the band of thugs left it to for a quick task (read heist) on a security trunk (a blind to get them out of the warehouse) on highway 27. Once inside he'd find the a computer and plug it in. The ghost drive would copy all the data (she claimed it could break any encryption these  morons came up with) and also tap into social media they'd used (there was always one guy who forgot that the server wasn't his smartphone) to scan for patterns (tweets, status updates etc). 

The radio crackled. Both Lee and his partner tensed as they watched the thugs leave. They waited another 5 minutes to make sure that the thugs weren't coming back for a forgotten tool or something and snuck into the warehouse.

Lee's partner picked the lock in a manner of minutes. He'd never asked where she picked those skill and in return she didn't question the presence of the ghost drive or it's source.

The door was luckily well oiled and opened without a sound.  Lee made sure he still had the ghost drive and entered.

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10 minutes later both detectives were on the way back to the station, while a few miles away the thugs were cursing at an empty empty security truck. Boss DiMaria wasn't going to be happy with them.

The girl who'd pretended to be the security driver chuckled and shucked off  uniform's hat and vest.
She was hungry again and a bunch of pissed of thugs (all of them young and hotblooded) would make a lovely snack.

The thug closest to her noticed the driver getting up, shouted and pulled his gun on her. He could have sworn on his mother that the driver had was a middle aged man with grey hair and medium build. Instead he was looking at a young girl. Too young to even be drinking.

She smiled at him and his companions and the hair stood on the back of his neck.

I don't know if I'll be posting here anymore. No one reads this anyway.

This ain't Halloween Season 2: A side story

A Pizza Hut Supreme pizza. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Daniel was bored. Daniel was hungry. Either Daniel was bored or hungry or maybe both. He couldn't tell. It was the sort off lazy Sunday afternoon where you've recovered from Saturday hangover and have nothing to do in the space between Sunday afternoon and Monday. 

Daniel flipped a coin. Heads was hungry and tails was bored. The coin spun in the air for an eternal second and landed on heads. Hungry it was. 

He had Pizza hut in speed-dial and called. 

After ringing for a few seconds the usual recorded voice came on welcoming Daniel to Pizza hut. Daniel irritably waited for the recorded list of offers and discounts to finish, after which he pressed 2 to place his order. Nothing happened for a second and the recorded voice repeated the latest offers. Daniel pressed 2 again. The same thing happened. 

Daniel grumbled and pressed 2 yet again in the same vein of people who do the same thing over again expecting a different result. Miraculously something changed. The recorded voice went away replaced by silence and an eerie melody. The melody faded even as Daniel felt if he'd been accidentally connected to the local phone psychic's hotline, and someone greeted him in a pleasant voice. Daniel couldn't tell if it was a male or female as the voice had that odd gender neutral tone, which is further garbled by a telephone line.

"Welcome to Pizza hut, can I verify if this is Daniel Malinowski calling from..." the operator proceeded to rattle of Daniel's number and address as he was a repeat customer and was therefore in the Database. Daniel affirmed it with a grunt.

Before Daniel could ask for the usual Pizza though the operator interjected that he was the 50th caller of the day and won a free Pizza of his choice. They already had his address and phone number. They just needed a signature once the pizza arrived. Of course he did. 

There was a finger in the pizza!! This was very shocking for D.. someone had gone to great lengths to give him the finger!  Who could it be?! he thought.. obviously it's someone who was missing 'the Finger!' 
But there were more pressing matters to attend to ...the Pizza!! He was still hungry you know! If he didn't eat the pizza the Finger man would win! and he would still be hungry. If he did eat the pizza he would satisfy his hunger, but...Cannibalism... of course he ate the pizza!! But was it before he realized it was Halloween candy? or after?! 

We do not KNOW! 
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Welcome....to Grimmsville!

The smell of bread
Falling leaves
Rain falls
This means nothing.

The main thing that I learned about conspiracy theory, is that conspiracy theorists believe in a conspiracy because that is more comforting. The truth of the world is that it is actually chaotic. The truth is that it is not The Illuminati, or The Jewish Banking Conspiracy, or the Gray Alien Theory. The truth is far more frightening - Nobody is in control. The world is rudderless.” - Alan Moore