Happy Friday the 13th! The rain is unrelenting, the sky is grey and, in my opinion, welcoming this eerie day. I have hazelnut coffee and the weekend is upon us – life is good. I’ve been trying to think of themes in order to post (I know, I know, I should just post but here we are).
I’m hoping to start posting snippets of stories, complete shorts, and grisly encounters every Friday, what better way to start a couple days off than in fear? And what better way to kick it off than Friday the 13th?
Without further ado, here is this week’s Fearsome Friday.
Gage gripped his teddy bear, squeezing so the glass eyes bulged, threatening to pop out. The soft fabric, which he always loved against his face, was now jammed into his mouth, catching any scream that dared to escape. He counted to ten, as high as he could. When he got to ten he started back at one, the numbers in his head going by in time with the heavy, wet steps, ascending the stairs outside his bedroom. One…two…three…his mom’s head popped under the bed.
“Do not move hunny, promise me. You are so brave. I love you baby,” She squeezed his shoulder and pulled a box in front of him, blocking his view of the door.
Three…four…five…the steps stopped outside his door and he heard a sniffling noise, like the neighbour’s dog. His door creaked, the fetid stench of the demons making him squeeze his eyes shut, pushing his bear hard into his lips.
Six…seven…his mom was pleading with the creatures, useless. He heard her scream cut short and it sounded like she was gargling, gasping for air…then silence.
Eight…nine….ten…the monsters left. Gage wouldn’t break his promise to his mom. He stayed under the bed, listening to the screams of the neighbourhood as his mother’s blood seeped under the bed, coating his bear.
Thanks for reading, see you next Friday!