Category: Horror Type: Fiction
Copyright: March 2010
ISBN-13: 9781452306278
A collection of short, dark and disturbing stories.
Dark and disturbing, these short stories are not for the sensitive.
Excerpt
A Skeleton In My Closet
There is a skeleton in my closet. It’s been there a long time. But I hear it crying still. Long after the smell went away.
They didn’t know the blood stopped showing. They didn’t know my belly grew so big. They didn’t know that water fell out of me when the pains came. They didn’t know that a slippery sliding mess fell to the floor when I knelt down.
They didn’t hear the pink thing cry and scream like it was pissed off. It was angry because my Daddy was its Daddy too. Daddy knew. So Daddy went away and left me alone to grow big and hurt and leak because I was a bad girl.
It looked at me with Daddy’s eyes. Bad eyes. If I let it grow, it would do what Daddy liked to do.
I didn’t like it. It was bad. It was ugly. It didn’t hush up. I hid in the corner but it wouldn’t stop.
It wanted to hurt me.
So I hurt it first.
A brick.
A choking, snuffling noise.
Then peace.
Silence.
I was tired. I slept. I woke when the crying started again. I crawled to it but it didn’t move. The crying didn’t stop. I poked it. It was cold. The crying didn’t stop. I threw it in the closet in case Daddy came back and heard it.
The bloods came back. Daddy never did. The smell kept him away. And the crying. It never stops. Never ever. Never ever.
It makes me pull out my hair. It’s white now in my hands. People come to give me food and wash me. They never speak about the crying.
There is a skeleton in my closet. I hear it crying still.
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