Evan Baughfman
Evan Baughfman works in a very scary place: a middle school! He writes all genres, but horror is where he’s most comfortable. His short horror fiction has been published in various anthologies and magazines.
Much of Evan’s writing success has been as a playwright. He’s had many different plays produced across the globe.
Additionally, Evan has adapted a number of his short stories into screenplays, of which “The Emaciated Man” and “The Creaky Door” have won awards in various film festival competitions.
His short story collection, Classroom Doom, consisting of thirteen spooky tales set at Edgar Allan Poe Middle School, will be released by Thurston Howl Publications in 2020.
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After the Ascent
/0 Comments/in Dark Moments /by Black Hare Pressby Evan Baughfman Walter rose above his corpse. His spirit approached a widening glow. Amazing! An otherworldly oasis opening up itself just for him! Sunlight! Beach! Palm trees! Walter smiled at the sound of lost loved ones’ laughter. His philanthropic life would soon reunite him with his mother, his father! The glow extinguished. Walter […]
Wasn’t a Ghost
/0 Comments/in Dark Moments /by Black Hare Pressby Evan Baughfman The door creaked open. Kellan took a deep breath and stepped into the shadowy classroom. Inside, no children chuckled. No teacher taught. Silence suffused like creeping fog. Cobwebs clung to ceiling corners. Darkness enveloped desks. Toppled chairs and abandoned assignments lay scattered on the floor. Very little was as Kellan remembered. […]
Huge Mistake
/1 Comment/in Dark Moments /by Black Hare Pressby Evan Baughfman Dr Moranis grinned as his growth ray morphed a meagre fig into a monster atop the auditorium stage. His demonstration complete, Moranis stepped beside the fruit, now the size of a Volkswagen Bug. “Imagine,” he said, “an entire village fed for days on a single piece of locally-grown food.” His investors […]
Fragile
/0 Comments/in Dark Moments /by Anny Saludarby Evan Baughfman Glass slippers sparkled on Cinderella’s feet. “They’re beautiful! Perfect! Thank you!” “Hurry along, now,” urged Fairy Godmother. “Shouldn’t be late for the ball!” Cinderella stepped towards the pumpkin carriage. The right slipper’s fragile heel snapped under her weight. In fact, the entire shoe cracked. Cinderella’s foot shifted backward, slicing against broken […]
Oil Slick
/1 Comment/in Dark Moments /by Anny Saludarby Evan Baughfman Glistening, black goo coated the surface of the penguins’ pool. Albino birds huddled, squawked on land. Though blind, the gentle giants could sense the presence of something unnatural. I thrust a cattle prod into the “slick,” zapping the dark mass, startling its many eyes open. Tentacles formed, flailed. Ragged mouths cried, […]
Exterminate
/0 Comments/in Dark Moments /by Evan Baughfmanby Evan Baughfman They returned with a vengeance, with a hive mind sharing a singular goal: the eradication of the human race. They came back bigger than before. Meaner. Angrier. They had every right to be furious with us, of course. We’d let them all die. Ignored scientists’ warnings for decades. Caused the creatures’ […]
Evan Baughfman
/in Authors /by Black Hare PressEvan Baughfman works in a very scary place: a middle school! He writes all genres, but horror is where he’s most comfortable. His short horror fiction has been published in various anthologies and magazines.
Awful Alphabet
/0 Comments/in Dark Moments /by Evan Baughfmanby Evan Baughfman “Daddy, they taught me my ABC’s!” my three-year-old, Lizzie, proudly declared. In her tiny hands, she held the spirit board I’d unearthed from behind the basement wall. I snatched it away from her. “‘They’? ‘They’ who?” I didn’t see the steak knife until she’d removed it from her pocket. Didn’t catch […]
Your Ride Has Arrived
/0 Comments/in Dark Moments /by Evan Baughfmanby Evan Baughfman The hearse came to a silent stop alongside the curb. The driver asked through the open passenger-side window, “You remember what happened at the bar tonight?” I’d gone into downtown, ordered a cocktail at O’Grady’s, and then…Then…? The hearse’s rear door creaked open. “Plenty of room in the back.” I realized […]