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)
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)
This story was originally published on Fictionspawn Monsters as Temple of Death. You can read the new version on steemit.com@fictionspawn, or listen to the video below.
Far into the future three archaeologists find a mysterious temple in the jungle. There are warning signs on the door, but they do not believe in curses and such.
He has lost all faith in humanity. He sits in darkness when someone comes by. She tells him she can help.
The original version is called Lost Faith in Humanity, and can be read here. Listen to the video below, or follow this link to Steemit.com@fictionspawn to read the re-edited video version.
…Mikkel sat up abruptly. There was a bright light in the sky.
-A UFO! He laughed at the idea, he didn’t believe in those kinds of things. But the light got bigger. And bigger. He got up on his feet. It was moving straight towards hi…
Bang! It hit him hard. His leg was broken. His back hurt, too.
The UFO stopped nearby, hovering in the air. Two creatures came out. They were big, almost double his size. Inside the crystal bubbles on their head he could see huge fangs. Clawed tentacles were waving from their bodies. They came towards him. Slowly. Threatening. Mikkel was unable to scream. He was shaking i terror, his eyes wide open. They made horrible sounds. He could feel the presence of evil.
Wikir and Dramgal were from a galaxy called X290. They were adventurers, and had found Earth in a book about the Milky Way…
He took a long look in the mirror, got the next stroke on. It was perfect. Slowly the self portrait was taking form. It looked more alive than anything he’d ever painted before, anything he’d ever seen. Every new stroke made it better, every next step made it more real.
He studied every little detail in the mirror, every little colour, every last wrinkle, every shadow. It looked real. More than real. More real than…