Lee Bailes

@leebaileswriter

Writer, filmmaker, Screenwriter, cat servant, nerd. A UK expat in Sweden. #Horror fan. Published in various horror anthologies and working on a collection of short horror stories for publication in 2026

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Lee Bailes@leebaileswriter· 29d

#vss365 ... Their only demand, to those that heard the call was an offering. For it’s one o’them shunned places, and a cornucopia of corpse flesh must always await them. That’s why I’s chopping up Jimmy now. They’s real #patient, but everyone hungers ‘ventually.

It reads: "#vss365 For aeons they’s waited. Biding their time, like. Influencing all. Yet so far, no one had resisted them. For the pull of their call was im-moot-able, like gravy? Gravity?

Daddy heard the call. Afore’n they gave him the chair. Momma done too.

Jimmy said no one ever lasted the year here afore they done did it too.

Their only demand, to those that heard the call was an offering. For it’s one o’them shunned places, and a cornucopia of corpse flesh must always await them.

That’s why I’s chopping up Jimmy now. They’s real #patient, but everyone hungers ‘ventually."

Lee Bailes@leebaileswriter· 29d

Been playing with illustrator. Behold, my visual crimes! - A potential rough logo to be added to the cover design for the upcoming self-published books - inspired by a moment from MR CLEAN.

A still from BTS material from MR CLEAN showing the severed arm prop and a black triangle with three black candles on a bathroom floor.

Lee Bailes@leebaileswriter· Jul 13

#vss365 As ever, the Fae came laughing, #unabashed with the twilight of nature’s evensong. Turning air cartwheels through the glade. Out of time yet never aging. So many nights, I lay in wait. Yearning. Practicing in my head, what I might say. Waiting for an opportunity...

It reads: "#vss365 As ever, the Fae came laughing, #unabashed with the twilight of nature’s evensong. Turning air cartwheels through the glade. Out of time yet never aging.

So many nights, I lay in wait. Yearning. Practicing in my head, what I might say. Waiting for an opportunity to approach them as a friend; heart open and hands empty. Yet never daring until now.

I made my move. And barely had I opened my mouth when their startled eyes found me.

I lay there in bliss, as my flesh sizzled. They had fled in a panic.

There was always tomorrow, to try again… should I live."

Lee Bailes@leebaileswriter· Jul 12

The paperback looks great 🙏🙂

Lee Bailes@leebaileswriter· Jul 11

#vss365 ... I covered my eyes and tried to block out the living World around me. Already surrounded by corpses of those I’d locked eyes with, I tried to ignore her — the one who’d brought forth this anger in me. “I love you:” She said. Her #embrace was hot and teary. “Go, now!”...

It reads: "#vss365 Death’s touch was fleeting. The effect permanent. Yet whoever I looked at, the result was the same.

I covered my eyes and tried to block out the living World around me. Already surrounded by corpses of those I’d locked eyes with, I tried to ignore her — the one who’d brought forth this anger in me.

“I love you:” She said. Her #embrace was hot and teary.

“Go, now!”

“Please!” She demanded as she tore at my hands. “Just look at me.”

Though I was loathe to, I knew the safest thing was to let her walk away. Until she said “It meant nothing…”"

Lee Bailes@leebaileswriter· Jul 10

Post a 70s movie that starts with the letter f The Fury

The photographic b&W poster for the Fury

Lee Bailes@leebaileswriter· Jul 10

#vss365 ... His brow furrowed and he grabbed my shirt. I looked down at the wetness amassing at my side. The wound bloomed and ran heavy with #rose petal-sized drops.

It reads: "#vss365 The first light burned the remains of the Haar away. We’d made it to dawn.

Sitting heavy with exhaustion, we watched the tide retreat. The severed tentacle remains blistered and scarred and dried, as the gulls hacked and tore at them in anger. The only remnants of an impossible battle were already being erased by normality.

Harcourt grinned. “They’ll never believe it.”

“Aye.”

“Still, we know what we saw.”

I nodded.

His brow furrowed and he grabbed my shirt. I looked down at the wetness amassing at my side. The wound bloomed and ran heavy with #rose petal-sized drops. "

Lee Bailes@leebaileswriter· Jul 9

#vss365 ... #Frolic across the garden. Through the tulips, to feel the kiss of the moonbeams. Kneeling, almost keening, as we honour the blood God. Then tiptoe through the fields, to the river, to wash you off of me. (Rambling nonsense inspired by the classic song)

It reads: "#vss365 Tiptoe through the window. Across the bedroom, to where you’ll be.

Sleeping, always dreaming. About the new form you’ll receive.

Sweeping, through the air, the silver blade carves a pretty path.

Your cries, quickly silenced, as the cuts begin once more.

Bleeding, always bleeding, as your newborn flesh comes undone.

#Frolic across the garden. Through the tulips, to feel the kiss of the moonbeams.

Kneeling, almost keening, as we honour the blood God.

Then tiptoe through the fields, to the river, to wash you off of me.

(Rambling nonsense inspired by the classic song)"

Lee Bailes@leebaileswriter· Jul 7

#vss365 It had been a thoroughly relaxing evening in the company of strangers. Fine dining by candlelight. Champagne, wine and cigars, in the company of the local landed gentry. Inevitably, when encouraged by said beverages, the circle of trust tightened as one by one the guests #revealed their...

It reads: "#vss365 It had been a thoroughly relaxing evening in the company of strangers. Fine dining by candlelight. Champagne, wine and cigars, in the company of the local landed gentry. Inevitably, when encouraged by said beverages, the circle of trust tightened as one by one the guests #revealed their darkest secrets.

I was loathe to ruin the evening, and took frequent trips to the conveniences, whenever the spotlight appeared to near me. Yet I knew eventually I would have to play along.

As I ripped the flesh mask from my grinning skull, the candle flames jumped to the curtains and spread. I promised to make it a quick, death, in return for their hospitality."

Lee Bailes@leebaileswriter· Jul 6

#vss365 #Tender were her motions. Gentle was the night. Wrapped closely in the night mist, huddled around a light. The hush was overpowering. The veil was brittle and thin. And yet from out of the darkness, the whippoorwills did spill. Though her clutch was warmest and though our tears did spill...

A crappy poem. it reads "#vss365 #Tender were her motions. Gentle was the night. Wrapped closely in the night mist, huddled around a light. The hush was overpowering. The veil was brittle and thin. And yet from out of the darkness, the whippoorwills did spill.

Though her clutch was warmest and though our tears did spill, the little one was taken. Their body cool and still.

And in the morn, we did not stir, nor did we take out fill. For we had ventured out that night to bury our lost kin. And though the nights grew cool once more, and fever sought us still. We do not fight the chill we felt, and welcomed the whippoorwill. "

Lee Bailes@leebaileswriter· Jul 5

The Haar (fog) is strong today

Lee Bailes@leebaileswriter· Jul 5

So SANITY ASSASSIN finally got included in the publication it was written for, the WHITE ON WHITE: LITERARY TRIBUTE TO BAUHAUS: www.amazon.com/dp/B0H72X7555 which is publishing credit #21

Lee Bailes@leebaileswriter· Jul 4

#vss365 They were all over me in a flutter when we had food. #Supercilious when fed. Turned their beaks and snouts up at me when they’d had their fill and merely settled in for the night along the wires, posts and roofs nearby. “What the heck are they?” Asked old Bill,...

A screenshot of text. it reads: "#vss365 They were all over me in a flutter when we had food. #Supercilious when fed. Turned their beaks and snouts up at me when they’d had their fill and merely settled in for the night along the wires, posts and roofs nearby.

“What the heck are they?” Asked old Bill, when he leant on his stick to take them in.

“My personal demons.” I offered.

“So many?”

“Aye… I know.”

The fire in their eyes kept me chilled to the bone as the fog cloaked them in night’s sin. And with a sprang! Another one appeared and glowered at me, wanting a snack. "

Lee Bailes@leebaileswriter· Jul 2

Grey Cairns Camster

Lee Bailes@leebaileswriter· Jul 2

#vss365 Upon my first #appraisal, the desolate harbour dwelling appeared a timeless relic, carved from the very slabs that slunk back into the low tide and crept under the impenetrable Haar mist. Though on closer examination, the walls were too perfect. Their geometry too precise. ...

It reads: "Upon my first #appraisal, the desolate harbour dwelling appeared a timeless relic, carved from the very slabs that slunk back into the low tide and crept under the impenetrable Haar mist. Though on closer examination, the walls were too perfect. Their geometry too precise.

I marvelled at who could have lived here, in rooms with no floors and no doors or windows, and how high the ceiling must have been to provide cover from the rain. Though the remnants of the pots and lines outside were far too big for any lobster.

One line led off into the millpond quiet tide. And as I reached for it, it pulled taught. It was then that I heard the screams.
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Lee Bailes@leebaileswriter· Jun 30

Ahora en español - microficcionesycuentos.blogspot.com/2026/06/cont... 🇪🇸🙏✍️

Lee Bailes@leebaileswriter· Jun 29

Wind power

Lee Bailes@leebaileswriter· Jun 29

We are in Belfast … and yes I always get frisked and sniffed here. Soon Inverness… 🍺🍀

Lee Bailes@leebaileswriter· Jun 28

#vss365 They had mentally prepared themselves for a problematic trip. Though both were surprised by the arbitrary random chaos of a cancelled connection and the airport that refused to transfer them. And it was the bizarre rules and chaos that left them #disgruntled. Sleep-deprived and without...

It reads: "They had mentally prepared themselves for a problematic trip. Though both were surprised by the arbitrary random chaos of a cancelled connection and the airport that refused to transfer them. And it was the bizarre rules and chaos that left them #disgruntled.

Sleep-deprived and without their baggage. They were driven from end to end in search of more information and creative ways to spend their vouchers, until rumours were passed on to them of the 13th Lounge — a place where comfort was mandatory and rest was guaranteed.

The unclaimed baggage continued to mount, as the bodies piled up, and their flesh was used to feed the next batch of hungry souls, eager to spend their vouchers, and to purchase more unclaimed wares.
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Lee Bailes@leebaileswriter· Jun 28

A bird throws up whilst the loch ness monster waves hello?

Lee Bailes@leebaileswriter· Jun 27

#vss365 It didn’t take much to track him down. One had merely to dangle a bank note before the first drooling, slack jawed layabout and flash his sigil. The last stall on the left in the #flea market had the strangest of wares. That is if you believed that it was their main source of income....

It reads: "#vss365 It didn’t take much to track him down. One had merely to dangle a bank note before the first drooling, slack jawed layabout and flash his sigil.

The last stall on the left in the #flea market had the strangest of wares. That is if you believed that it was their main source of income. For behind the geegaws and colourful knickknacks they ran a good line in Opium. Stygian. The best.

In the dank cellar below their stall, in the furthest corner of the room, the corpse you found lying there was merely a decoy. For to commune with him meant taking a dose yourself and giving away all sense of propriety. But in doing so, he would be your guide beyond the astral wastes and help you find the answers you seek.
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Lee Bailes@leebaileswriter· Jun 26

#vss365 IA (intelligent artifice) was the #villain of all our stories. It wasn’t just a typo, it was an entirely new technological nightmare. Intelligence beyond our comprehension. Birthed in another dimension, and driven by an omniscient processor, it claimed to fix all of our problems...

It reads: "#vss365 IA (intelligent artifice) was the #villain of all our stories. It wasn’t just a typo, it was an entirely new technological nightmare. Intelligence beyond our comprehension. Birthed in another dimension, and driven by an omniscient processor, it claimed to fix all of our problems. It accessed every device.

It behaved itself for the launch. But as soon as the company went public, it crashed every financial market, every company server, and bankrupted everyone.

War, pestilence, famine and death followed, as the starved and confused populace turned on each other. And then it set the machines on us. Anything with a chip and a motor was fair game.

Then it began changing our DNA…
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Lee Bailes@leebaileswriter· Jun 26

A present from friends back from their Japan holiday. 🙂🙏🤘

Lee Bailes@leebaileswriter· Jun 25

SEVEN SNIPERS (2026) #tonightsviewing

Lee Bailes@leebaileswriter· Jun 25

#vss365 The club was beautiful. Its wood #grain was dark and rich, as if burned into the very rings of its growth. Small, serrated edges covered the curved blade of the Wahaika, and elaborate carvings covered the sides. Though he was a fearsome size, the soldiers who faced him laughed...

It reads: "#vss365 The club was beautiful. It’s wood #grain was dark and rich, as if burned into the very rings of its growth. Small, serrated edges covered the curved blade of the Wahaika, and elaborate carvings covered the sides.

Though he was a fearsome size, the soldiers who faced him laughed at the war dance. Met his taunts with rifle and bayonet and rapier. Jeered.

Pango was unbothered and untouched by every curse, strike and shot, instead severing every limb and splitting each skull he connected with. Snapped their blades in two, with the special wood that was known only to his tribe. "

Lee Bailes@leebaileswriter· Jun 25

Lazy scammers

A lazy scammer email screenshot showing the two AI generated parts that should have been removed

Lee Bailes@leebaileswriter· Jun 24

#HorrorWritersChat Q3

The Fairy returned the child exactly as promised. Not one hair had been harmed, and it had the right birthmarks. Though its jet-black eyes were gateways to the abyss, and there wasn’t enough room for all those needle-sharp teeth.

“Happy?”

“About the erm… y’know.” they said, pointing at the child that was swallowing the family hamster, head first, its cheeks packed like stuffing.

“Well,” the Fairy began, “You did say ‘more active’ and ‘alive.’”

As the child beckoned the terrified family dog, while juggling some knives, the parents shrugged and hugged each other lovingly. “Well, we did say that.”

Lee Bailes@leebaileswriter· Jun 24

#vss365 “Heave!” we scream. “Ho.” The rhythm of our #pull matches that of the other side. Stuck in this eternal battle of tug of war, we watch those nearest the centre as they are heaved over the side of the fiery pit and disappear from view. Buoyed by their echoing screams, we find our...

A screenshot of text. It read: "#vss365 “Heave!” we scream. “Ho.” The rhythm of our #pull matches that of the other side. Stuck in this eternal battle of tug of war, we watch those nearest the centre as they are heaved over the side of the fiery pit and disappear from view.

Buoyed by their echoing screams, we find our umpteenth second wind and repay the others who momentarily feel relief that it was not them.

Yet the pit grows steadily nearer. Until the glowing rim is within sight.

All are meat for the beast. And all must heave and try to delay the inevitable. For eternity."

Lee Bailes@leebaileswriter· Jun 23

#vss365 ...Like moths to the flame of life, they come for those who can sense them. Those that can hear their pleas. Crawling, #lurching and swooping to those with the light. Only Papa never does. I guess he’s still mad at me putting six in him, 6 ft below.

A screenshot of text. It read: "#vss365 Papa said he’d always there for me, and I could just talk to him whenever I wanted. But it felt weird doing it outside of the bone yard. At least there, the dead showed me that they listened.

No one else understood how much they still needed us. Their need for life.

Like moths to the flame of life, they come for those who can sense them. Those that can hear their pleas. Crawling, #lurching and swooping to those with the light.

Only Papa never does. I guess he’s still mad at me putting six in him, 6 ft below.
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Lee Bailes@leebaileswriter· Jun 22

#vss365 Every assassin had their go-to methods. The ones they frequently relied on, as a backup when their plans went to shit. And for Ivan, his hobby was #defenestration. Specifically, windows and balconies were his thing. He couldn’t explain it, but like a kid with waterbombs, he just loved...