Terror Tot: The Haunting

Another bite sized horror story for the snack lover in all of us

     Creaks, pops, and the sounds of skittering feet along the attic floor. Signs of a settling house or something so much more? Howling winds from the great outdoors heralding your doom like the Bean Sidhe’s unearthly screams. Oh curse thee wretched apple tree casting shadows of demonic arms and scratching at your bedroom window 

     Your great hound protector cowers at your side, growling at the shadows. Turning on the hallway light only to discover a single pair of undies discarded on the floor. Did you drop it while your arms were full of freshly dried laundry? Ordinary happenstance or is your abode truly haunted? Do Realtor’s have to disclose such things or only if you ask? How long has the light been flickering and do you have another? With a sudden pop it shatters, thrusting you back in to darkness. 

     You try to run yet trip on fido and he yelps in pain as you crash headlong to the floor. Dancing lights dance in the darkness like morbid little will o’ wisps that lead you to your doom. A louder yelp then crashing of something breaking on the floor, it all can’t be coincidence and you really are unable to take much more. This is much more frightening than tales of wolves out on the open moors.

Reviews

[Ken Simm.]

Tremendous, atmospheric and ghostly surreal. Just the type I enjoy.

[Lore Keeper]

Thank you Ken for the kind words, I’m glad you enjoyed this piece.