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The cold had seeped deep into my bones by bath time. Shivering, I lit a fire beneath my oversized cauldron hanging from a metal hook driven deep into the brick above my hearth. Deep enough to hold my weight. I started to melt the moment I settled into the bubbling water. My skin began to … Continue reading #Spooktober2020 Day 23: Cauldron
"Smile," you said. "People will wonder what you're up to." So I smiled. I couldn't not. Your voice cursed my very bones with an alien desire to make you happy. If you wanted my smile, you could have it. Though inside I seethed with fury. You never thought to wonder what I was up to, … Continue reading #Spooktober2020 Day 22: Cursed
'Til death do us part. That was the vow. I knew that meant, since I died, that you should be free of me. Somehow, I thought you would be happy to see me. That I dug out. Yet as I shambled up our driveway, grave dirt trailing off my heels, I felt unreasoning rage. Rage … Continue reading #Spooktober2020 Day 21: Vow
No one would get in. I turned the skeleton key in the lock of my own door before pulling it closed behind me. The key went into my pocket, the only one left that could unlock this door, as I had melted the original down to a lump of brass. No one could get in. … Continue reading #Spooktober2020 Day 20: Skeleton Key
"G-O-O-G..." "Dude, what?" My roommate sat across the talking board from me, her hands next to mine on the pointer. "That's what it says," I replied. She had demanded I clean the microwave. When I pointed out I barely used it and already took care of our collective trash, I told her she should do … Continue reading #Spooktober2020 Day 19: Talking Board
When I appeared in your bedroom, you squinted up at me from where you crouched in front of a summoning circle. "Woah," you said. "I just had questions. I didn't need a whole ghoul!" I raised an eyebrow at the wax candles dripping on the carpet. "You better tell me what you want." Your face … Continue reading #Spooktober2020 Day 18: Summon
My early morning commute plunged me into thick fog along a stretch of highway known for twists and turns. Traffic around me didn't slow. When I tapped my brakes, cars began flowing past, honking. I sped back up. Bent over the steering wheel to see, I scanned the gray for my exit ramp. Ahead, several … Continue reading #Spooktober2020 Day 17: Fog
I heard their cries about me from the town square as I threw my belongings together in a sack. "She laughs too loud." "Reads so much." "She's way too smart." "Must be demonic possession." Soon it would be the torches and the pitchforks. Once they worked themselves into a frenzy, there'd be no stopping them. … Continue reading #Spooktober2020 Day 16: Demonic
I had felt the touch of the wraith for some time when I went to visit a psychic. "When do I die?" I asked her. The woman - I had forgotten her name already - gave me a funny look. "Just, y'know, do your little crystal ball thing and tell me." I waved my fingers … Continue reading #Spooktober2020 Day 11: Wraith
I snatched your body from the jaws of death when I exhumed you from the dirt. Your soul, though, I'm not so sure of. You returned to consciousness screaming. "Let me go baaaaaack!" Maybe I shouldn't have resurrected you in the graveyard. "Shhh!" Scrabbling across your own grave dirt, you crawled toward your open coffin, … Continue reading #Spooktober2020 Day 10: Resurrectionist
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