#Spooktober2020 Day 24: Altar

Deep in the woods, I built a mound of dirt and twigs and pinecones, an altar upon which to make my sacrifice. Packed together with my bare hands, mud squeezed cool and alive between my fingers, under my nails. Rain started drizzling through whispering pine needles. I laid my phone down upon a bed of... Continue Reading →

#Spooktober2020 Day 23: Cauldron

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 22: Cursed

"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 21: Vow

'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 18: Summon

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 17: Fog

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 16: Demonic

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 →

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