This is the fourth and last part of my horror series Not Spoiled by Water. The other parts are called…
Phantasmagoria by Donna L Greenwood
Originally posted on thehorrorsblog:
Winner of February’s Zero Flash Competition Art by Andrew Howell @Realmonstieur The Walrus is snuffling in…
Not Spoiled by Water – Rain on the Roof
This is the third part of a horror series called Not Spoiled by Water. The parts can be read in any order. The other parts so far are The Supper and Play by the Lake.
Mari lay in her bed watching the heavy rain hit the roof outside her window. She couldn’t sleep tonight either. Daylight was already emerging, the nights were short at this time of year.
She heard voices downstairs. Loud, angry voices. Her mother and her uncle. She got out of bed, wanting to know what they were saying. What they were hiding.
She heard a strange thump sound. Then there was silence. She looked through the fence poles of the staircase. Her mum was lying on the floor. A pool of blood was growing underneath her, soaking the wooden floor. Hans was holding a fireplace hook in his hand.
He looked up. Their eyes locked. A smile spread on his face… (More)
Schrödinger’s Dog (Audio story)
Fido’s owner takes him on a trip to the forest. He ties him to a tree and leaves him to die. A cat shows up. The cat splits into two. Then it disappears and appears another place.
You can listen to the story below, or you can read the original version here. The audio version can be found on my steemit-account.
The Bridges We Burn
Originally posted on stormstirrer:
I watched it burn and crumble, Your way into my heart and my way into yours;…
Not Spoiled by Water – Play by the Lake
This story is connected to my earlier post Not Spoiled by Water – The Supper, and part of an ongoing horror series. They can be read individually.
Gunnhild couldn’t find her little boy anywhere. She went up to the old tree, he sometimes liked to play up there. She couldn’t find him. She looked under the house. Nothing.
She walked down the path towards the firewood shelter. Her father was there.
-Have you seen Peder? She asked.
-No I haven’t. Maybe he’s down by the lake?
The lake. She looked over her shoulder in a fast movement.
“Be careful down by the lake, little Peder. Something might just push you under.” Her brother’s words… (More)
