Shadows will breathe

Shadows will breathe
"Careful. Evil has a way of making friends with the good and dragging them into the darkness." ~ Dr. Al Robbins

Thursday, August 10, 2017

On the Wind...

This short is a cross between a nightmare I had and a daydream I caught.  It's one of my favorites, because it leaves so much for the imagination.  It forces the reader to think it through.

What happened to her?
Why doesn't she have a name?
Is there a chance of escape?
Who, or rather, what did this to her?

Put your imagination on alert, Creepsters, and enjoy the read...

Dead Stare
Nightmare #65:
The wind chime clung to its hook on the side of the small porch.

She could hear its metal pipes knocking together, assuring her that the storm was getting close now.  Its din carried on the wind, through the open window, and to her ear ~ only the right ear.  Her left one was buried in the mattress.

The ceiling fan spun above her; its melodic hum ~ almost calming ~ soothed her, as she lay immobile.  She could feel her heart flutter and her muscles tighten.  Her body shook and grew incredibly cold.  From her mouth, she choked out small puffs of air ~ like an iron huffing steam.

Her eyes, glassy and bloodshot, stared straight ahead.

Whatever had done this to her, walked past her line of vision again.  Its exoskeleton, just inches away, radiated a horrendous stench and her last hope was that it wouldn't be the last thing she had to see.

Just then, the wind chime rang again.

~ by: Deevious ~


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