I've lured my new Drabble Wednesday feature into the Coffin
Hop, along with guest writer Michael Brookes, author of The Cult of Me, Conversations in the Abyss, and other chilling books. So come and
join with me in reading Michael’s scary offerings…
Her cold lifeless eyes are staring into mine. Her perfect
porcelain features, without expression, hold me transfixed where I stand.
"Genuine haunted doll", was the description on
eBay. Of course I thought it was a gimmick, just something to push up the
price. I thought it was pretty cool, so I bid and won.
It arrived yesterday, it looked pretty creepy. I placed it
on the table and here I am. I cannot move. I'm hungry and thirsty. I can't even
look away; I'm locked in this death stare.
Oh God! Will anybody find me here? Before it's too late?
Clowns
Lying on my bed and see my room full of clowns. Happy clowns, sad clowns,
laughing clowns, even
a tall gaunt clown with spindly legs. My mummy thinks I like them and keeps buying me more. I wish I could tell her how much they frighten me. Everywhere I look, I see another clown's face.
One hundred different clowns, none of them the same. I say my prayers with mummy then count them before I sleep. Snuggled in my duvet I count them once again. This time the number comes up short and there's a rustle under the bed.
a tall gaunt clown with spindly legs. My mummy thinks I like them and keeps buying me more. I wish I could tell her how much they frighten me. Everywhere I look, I see another clown's face.
One hundred different clowns, none of them the same. I say my prayers with mummy then count them before I sleep. Snuggled in my duvet I count them once again. This time the number comes up short and there's a rustle under the bed.
Will you look at that? A spot of blood on my finest shoes. I spent a fortune on them only a few years ago. Finest Italian craftsmanship.
It's my own fault, I'm normally more careful. I wear those
elasticated baggies so I don't spoil them. But tonight I gave into temptation.
I spotted a delicacy so sweet God himself surely put her on that path.
She didn't hear me creep up behind her and with a savage
motion sliced open her throat. I pushed her away quickly to avoid the arterial
spray. Not quickly enough. I've ruined my favourite shoes.
Are the chills creeping up your spine yet?
My thanks to Michael for stopping by and sharing.
And don’t forget to enter my contest, or creep over http://coffinhop.com/ and check out more of
the Coffin Hoppers.
6 comments:
Thanks for the feature!
You're welcome, Michael.
Excellent - all three! I would have a hard time choosing between them. :)
Yes, Michael has a special talent for drabbles.
Fantastic! I love drabbles :)
Me too, Julianne. I'll be continuing this drabble feature here on Wednesdays.
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