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Occasionally I find that I completely forget about a story I’ve written, until someone else mentions it. That’s what happened with this particular piece of fiction – it’s something I wrote for a horror stories under 100 words competition I entered.
If you like your horror short and stabby, pick up the ebook by Popcorn Horror, where you can read the other story I submitted.
Derelict
“Leave her.”
I’ll never leave her.
I wrap myself tightly around her frail body.
He places various implements across the bedside table, one after another.
She shakes and judders violently.
“Leave her.”
Never. I barely recognise my voice.
I hold on tight, clinging to her pale forearms. I can’t let go.
He murmurs low inaudible words. But I won’t let go.
My claws scrape her arms, legs and cheeks. Drawing thick red lines of viscous blood.
He thrusts the crucifix in my face and I collide with the ceiling.
Then falling, falling.
Alone again in the black abyss. All alone.
