How he slowly walked from the bottom end where her feet lay so that he could take all of her in. She was dressed in a fitting black dress, and her hands fastened together on her stomach. How still she was, like a peaceful sleep, but no breathing. How he got to her face and saw what his mother never wanted him to see: stab wounds where are eyes should be creating lengthy slits; a permanent smile jaggedly etched into her face nearly ear to ear; how he wanted to touch her face and it’s like she moved on her own as her head turned to him and he saw what her artist wanted the world to see- a permanent grin staining your mind.
Tag Archives: Horror
O George, Where Art Thou?
On his right, there was the long rectangular window that brimmed with droplets of rain and clear streaks, to look out of and watch… watch people, watch people walk, watch people walk and talk.. just watch.
Ineedyou. (Samhain Horror Anthology)
Emily’s jaw widened to scream, but it was muffled. It was as if it dried out, but loud enough for her ears only. The creature seemed taller now. It just stood in the darkness so silent.
The Place Readers Seek 