What Dreams May Come
*Warning: This is a snippet from a horror story in progress. If you are easily frightened, you should skip this one.
His voice called out razor sharp and cold as ice, as he stood in the black mire, his boots melting into it as if he and the mire were one. “Why did you come back? Did you not get enough warning the first time?”
“I wanted to see the body.” Kate looked at the floor.
“The case was closed. Why did you come back? Are you a glutton for punishment?” When Kate looked up again, he seemed larger somehow, as if the shadows had joined with the mire creating the illusion that he had grown taller, slimmer, and creepier. “Why did you come back?”
The shadows rose, enveloping him in darkness. Twin globes of light pierced the darkness even as the cold closed in. A sudden flutter of wings, and the smell of death hit her. The shadows danced, weaved, and in a flash of light, a large skeletal face loomed before her, its teeth sharp and pointed, its jaw long and unearthly in size. Its long fingers ended in steel that caught on her sweater, ensnared her, and wrapped her in an tight embrace. She gasped as she felt the air leaving her body. She heard screaming in the distance, and looked down into the pool below her feet. What she saw there, the hideousness, its mouth looming so close to her neck, posed to strike…
Kate woke up screaming.
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