This is a sequel to The Well from last week. However, it can also stand alone as just a grim little horror story!
Relief rose with anger as she heard footsteps.
Where had he been?!
Opening the door, she recoiled in terror as a headless figure, ragged neck stump spraying gore, shambled forward and collapsed on the porch.
The screams didn’t start until she recognised Mikey’s raincoat.
Her son had finally come home.
So, another special thanks to for the prompt to write a 50 word story about the word Footsteps.
As I mentioned last week, this story and the one above, stand as a prologue, written after the fact, for a tale I started almost exactly a year ago : -
They might not seem obviously linked to this longer piece, but we’ll get there. Part 2 is already written and Part 3 is in the oven. I’m quite excited about where it’s going, and it’ll probably be the longest thing I’ve written on here, so should be good fun.
Anyway, hope you enjoyed this little story!
Thanks for reading. Until next time.
Chilling! This part made me think of The Monkey's Paw.
Whoah, what an ending! How do you manage such powerful endings, Dan?