It’s only a matter of time before they find us. I’m fearful about suicide but the thought of my corpse walking the earth, forever as a soulless vessel, a puppet for their misdeeds is a fate worse than death.
“Can I do it daddy?” Charlotte asked holding the last match we have.
Kneeling down to her eye level I ask “Do you remember what we talked about?” The words came out but had little meaning. Thick vapors were starting to play mind games and language was the first to go.
“Strike hard and fast, then close my eyes.” Charlotte said excitedly.
We all huddled in a circle, some crying, others relieved the wait was finally over. Just then, we heard scratching at the door. Charlotte in a panic struck the match and we all lifted into the light.
Lorne Bronstein
Yikes! 🙂
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Thanks for checking it out!
Creepy, but I liked that about it.
I appreciate the kind words. 👻
Heavy.
Thanks for reading! This was part of an experiment where I forced myself to write a new story everyday for October and some are definitely a lot heavier in subject matter than others.
It’s excellent. I loved it. Thank you for sharing it 😃