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.
Freaky… You say I need light and a candle is put in your hand.
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A creepy piece of flash fiction. Gothic.
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*twitches violently* *turns on all the lights* Well done, Cathleen.
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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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