Girl in danger. Aak fictionspawn

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)

A boy by the lake. Horror. Aak fictionspawn

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)

Family supper. Aak fictionspawn

Not Spoiled by Water – The Supper

-Who’s Peder?

Silence. Mari’s mother looked down at her plate. Her uncle Hans had a strange smile on his face. He didn’t smile much.

-Where did you hear that name? Her grandmother’s voice was shaking. Mari wasn’t sure if it was anger or fear. Maybe it was both, or something else. She didn’t answer.

-I said, where did you hear that name?

-I didn’t hear it, Mari said. I found a drawing…

Another long silence. No one said anything. Her grandma looking at straight at her. Her mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.

-He was your brother, Uncle Hans said… (More)

Murder of Crows. Aak fictionspawn

Murder

This is the third part of a circular trilogy. The other two parts are called Empty Funeral and Scavengers. They can all be read individually and in any order.

He looked out of the window. The crows were uneasy tonight. They seemed nervous by some reason, jumping between the branches of the dead tree outside. They always gathered around his house, but today they seemed to be more. 

He poured himself a drink from a whiskey bottle, picked up a book and sat down. Outside he heard the crows caw. They were usually silent at this hour. Every once in while he looked up towards the window, wondering what was wrong.

He heard a sound down stairs… (more)