Candle in the Dark

candle in the dard

I woke in the dead of night with a start.

The inn was quiet, just when I longed for the sound of another human being. A late drinker stumbling upstairs from the taproom or a guest clumping down the hallway to use the outhouse. Anything.

But my only companion was a cold feeling of dread.

I needed to master myself. It was nothing, merely the tail end of an unremembered dream.

Still, I reached for the candle on the nightstand. In my haste, I knocked it to the floor, and I heard it roll away.

“I need a light,” I whimpered, ashamed that I was afraid to leave the false safety of the bed.

A scarce-heard whisper of steps brushed through my chamber, and I drew breath to scream.

And the candle was put into my hand.

Avid writer and reader of Faerie tales and noblebright fantasy.

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4 comments on “Candle in the Dark
  1. Beaton says:

    Freaky… You say I need light and a candle is put in your hand.

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  2. JAKA says:

    A creepy piece of flash fiction. Gothic.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. afhumphrey says:

    *twitches violently* *turns on all the lights* Well done, Cathleen.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. I’d apologize, except it’s supposed to be scary. I’m really learning a lot from my ghost story jag. Thanks so much, everyone. 🙂


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