Category: free story

Written by Kate Whitaker

Chelsea and the Bandage Man

Bremerton didn’t have a haunt.  With Seattle a boat ride away, hunters on the west side of the bay tended to gather at the ferry terminal to trade stories and look for work. It was open nearly twenty-four hours a day, but mostly it was cheap coffee and a place to congregate in the weird morning hours without too much attention. But to call it a haunt would be a lie in Chelsea’s mind. If she couldn’t talk to the staff about monster hunting, then the ferry terminal couldn’t be a haunt.

Written by Kate Whitaker

Keegan’s Story

Keegan rubbed his long, thin fingers together as he blew on them. His knees bumped against the only other piece of furniture that fit in the bunk, the bed her giant mutt of a dog was currently hogging.
The tiny, windowless shack she rented was warm and dry, and definitely made for a single person to stay in. Chelsea wasn’t sure she could get around Keegan to the bathroom.
He flipped his dark hair out of his eyes. “I hate this weather.”
Chelsea pulled the covers tighter around her and Bentley. “I didn’t call you.”

Written by Kate Whitaker

I’ll talk. You listen, Chelsea Childling

This is a series of short stories, detailing the adventures of Chelsea Childling. You can start with her origin story or pick any story from the index. *** Whiskey burned, but not enough. Chelsea could still taste ocean salt and Jackson’s last kiss. She signaled for another drink. “Aren’t you hunting tonight?” Worry shaded Morgan’s voice. “Nope.” Chelsea […]

Written by Kate Whitaker

Jack’s Story, Part 2

Every day is a lesson, and every person is a blessing.”

Chelsea found a smile. “That’s a nice thought.”

“It’s a way to survive.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “When you have nothing and no one, you have to find your lessons and blessings, every day.”

Written by Kate Whitaker

Chelsea Hunts a Lake Monster

The patch of dirt that served as a parking lot had no lights, and the sounds of lapping water came from the dark. Chelsea popped her trunk and deposited her finger overcoat. Water monsters and suede did not mix. As Morgan grabbed the light and generator, Chelsea stretched and readied herself.

Morgan eyed her. “Why are you bait again?”

“Just used to it at this point.”

Written by Kate Whitaker

Chelsea Fights a Kindermord

Keegan snipped the lock on the gate and Chelsea and Jackson slipped through the playground, quick and silent. As Jackson broke the window near the back doors, Keegan started the countdown on his phone, the beeps cold and mechanical in the dark. They had to be in and out before the police.

Written by Kate Whitaker

Welcome Back, Princess

Guilt settled in her stomach. She’d been so laser focused on helping Keegan that she’d forgotten to tell Jack exactly why she had to help. “Nothing serious, and honestly, we realized we made better friends pretty quickly. But he’s… he’s my first real friend I made as a hunter. And he asked for help and…”

“Oh, I get it. He’s your partner. Has nothing to do with the job ending.”

Written by Kate Whitaker

Chelsea Meets Ma

Chelsea settled against her car, bottle of beer in hand, and watched the sun head for the horizon as she waited. Out here in the desert, it was quite the production. While some trees had been planted around town, this was big sky country. Different from her beloved South Dakota, but still breathtaking.