I enjoy dark fiction and especially stories that end in a surprising (and perhaps sometimes distressing!) manner.
This is an example from my flash fiction collection:
‘No! It’s too scary!’
‘Aw, come on Sarah!’ scoffed brother James
‘Sarah, shall I ride with you? We can hold hands.’
They settled into their seats, and the ride began: through the flapping double-doors into the darkness, assailed by ghouls and ghosts, monsters and witches. Throughout the ride, Sarah clung steadfastly to her grandfather – her rock, her tower of strength, her protector from all things bad.
Back into the sunshine.
‘Thanks, grandpa,’ Sarah whispered.
She looked up into a face frozen with terror, sightless eyes staring into nothingness.
Then the screaming began.