sitting in a grungy diner having a bit of gossip with a friend the bells on the door jingle
a dark stranger walks through the door wearing all black and a trimmed goatee and carefully styled hair he looks right at me
I barely pay him any mind but keep up my mundane talk
the air moves and suddenly he’s standing right there next to the table I turn to him and there’s something vaguely familiar about him I can’t place
he’s holding a zippo and flicking it open and closed
open
closed
I’m nearly in a trance
he says my name and an uneasiness sweeps across my conscience and my eyes lift from his hands to his own dark eyes
his glance sweeps across my friend’s face she slowly backs away then turns and leaves in a hurry looking around I realize everyone has left it’s just me and him when did that happen? it’s as if time is cutting in and out the air is thickening around us
what do you want? my voice quiet
his raspy one responds I want you to remember don’t you remember me? don’t you remember anything? when we were kids and you came to my house?
I shake my head
well we’re going to play a new game now he steps forward a little closer
instinctively I lean away
he reaches into his leather vest and draws out a scalpel holds it daintily considers it a moment
no I say
his eyes flash from the blade to my face a grin spreads across his shadowed face teeth gleaming in the pale light
oh I think yes he hisses and faster than I can comprehend his hand darts forward slashing a symbol into my right cheek just before stabbing me twice in rapid succession right above my heart
somehow I know I’ve been poisoned
I stand up quickly my chair scraping across the tiled floor I hear his gravelly chuckle I feel a little dizzy
here’s the fun part his voice echoing as through a fog remember and go to my house it’s time for a new game little girl one where this time I find you and then you’re going to remember everything and pain will teach you a few things along the way don’t worry I’ll give you a little head start
I don’t know but I somehow do remember his house and I find myself there though now it’s abandoned there’s dust and cobwebs everywhere
it’s a big house one fun for exploring as a kid not so fun when you’re being hunted
the drug is making it hard to maintain I’m confused do I hide? do I …. oh I know now I need to find something, to remember…. what? I need to remember
he’s coming for me
tara caribou | ©️2018
Creepy, but, I enjoyed it. It reminds me of some of my other writings about a fictional serial killer that I wrote some time back.
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Thanks AC. I’m not sure I’d want to read that…. well, maybe since You wrote it, I’d try one. You know me, I don’t like scary things!
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Lol. Well, most of my other, non-erotic writing is steeped in horror.
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This is deep! I’m visualizing the demons I’ve ran away from all coming after me to make me hang with them, again. I love how you wrote this.
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Thank you. I’m so glad you enjoyed it.
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Don’t leave us hanging. What happens next… 😳 Brilliant.
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What do you want to happen? I chose not to share the rest. But if you’d like to write more and tag me or let me know where it goes next, I’d be happy to read your version 😉
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Thanks for the invite but I’m not that good. I do love your work though.
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Haha! I’m no good either but yet I just keep writing lol. Just gotta do it, you know. Thanks for reading.
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Love this. I get flashes of colour from the present, but fades to black and white when you interact with him. Though when he cuts you, you’re blood is red, as if the present is fading from you. I don’t know, just how I saw it in my mind whilst reading.
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That’s exactly how it was. By the time I got to the house it was completely black and white.
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I’m glad I was able to interpret your words correctly 😊
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Good short hun!
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Thanks!!
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Freaky as hell, very very dark
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Yes. It was. Made me uncomfortable all day until I wrote it down.
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Very spooky read! Keeps the reader hooked throughout with suspense 😳
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Thank you, Tom. Indeed it was super creepy and stuck with me for quite some time.
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My mother had told me to entertain him for a while so she and her bestie could chat. I resented the time taken from my latest Harlequin Romance. I told him to hide and I would find him. Finding him was easy, keeping him out of the way, till I could finish my book, would be hard. I saw the door of the tiny closet half open, closing it, I pushed a chair up against it’s handle and started to leave the room. “Is that you”, he cried out, “you found me fast”. I replied with venom, ” stay there you little shit, and keep quiet, and maybe I’ll let you out later”. I heard his wailing as I left the room, ” I don’t like the dark, it frightens me, the bad man will come”. Ignoring his cries I marched triumphantly towards my Harlequin Romance. As I passed my mother she said that we would be staying the night so that she and her bestie could catch up. Would I tell the boy to put himself to bed. I answered in the affirmative. Then settled down to my book and to dream. I awoke the next morning on the couch, yawning, I remembered the boy in the closet. I ran towards the closet door, removed the chair and peeked inside, to the blubbering wreck of the boy, covered in blood laying in the fetal position on the floor. He had used a wire hanger to cut symbols of the cross into his arms, to ward off evil. I now remember it all. Where can I hide.
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Holy shit, Len! This is dark and wonderful and an excellent addition. Thank you for this!
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Run to the hills….
great short story.
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Thank you. I’m glad you liked it.
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