WARNING: THIS IS A HORROR STORY
Honourable Mention in NYC Midnight 2025 300-word contest.
NYC Midnight is a global writing contest where writers are given prompts and a word count and have 48 hours to create a story.
My task was a 300-word horror that included the item uniform. Hope you like it.
You have the most beautiful body I have ever seen.
“Where did this postcard come from? It doesn’t have a stamp.”
“I don’t know, Miss. It was on the desk when I came to work this evening. It had your name, so I put it in your mail slot. You must have a secret admirer.”
Your thighs are delicious.
“This is getting creepy. Do we have security cameras? Who is sending these?”
“No security cameras, Miss. Just me and my uniform on the night shift. I’ll keep my eyes peeled, don’t you worry, Miss.”
Your breasts are sumptuous.
“I’m going to go to the police. Someone is dropping these off here. We have security – you’re here at night and there’s a concierge during the day, someone must see who is dropping these off. This is unacceptable.”
“I’ve made a report, Miss. The concierge is looking out, and I keep my eyes peeled. But I have to do my rounds, and the concierge has other duties. We’re doing our best.”
Your whole body looks delectable.
“Creepier and creepier. I’m going to my apartment and lock my door. I’m so glad you are here guarding the front door.”
“Good idea, Miss. If anything untoward happens, just buzz down. I’ve got a master key, I can be there in a jiffy.”
” Hi? You don’t have to come in. I’m OK.”
“But I am looking forward to dining on you tonight, Miss. A delight for the eyes, a feast for the belly.”