A lonely paradise in the darkest of the soul Beauty Safety Death. Come to me, come… my child Alone … More
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)
From the tower the clocker sees it all. A girl is walking home at night. A shadow is waiting by … More
Days had gone by since the well was poisoned. Arthur had waited in silence. Waited and waited. He couldn’t sleep … More
He ran into the forest, the shadows. Into the darkness. No one had seen him. He walked between the trees. … More
Tic tac tic tac from the tower he saw it all, the trees, the lake, the village small the forest … More