Three spooky drabbles today, enjoy.
This Girl
“You have until the crow caws,” Laura whispered from the corner.
Her captor studied the girl. “You’re a thin one and pale, won’t fight much, I imagine.”
She wasn’t afraid, and it annoyed him. The fear was half the fun. He enjoyed their trembling, their pleas, and finally, their screams. Yet, this one mumbled about birds, wasn’t pleading to be released.
He shrugged. I suppose she’ll scream in the end, like all the rest.
Laura suddenly cackled. “Too late.” Outside the window, a crow cawed.
Inside, the shadows moved around Laura, and she growled.
This girl would fight, and win.
Afterlife
“Ghosts aren’t real.” Grandmama dismissed the notion. Always a firm believer in the practical, not the ethereal, that woman. One of the many reasons we weren’t close, despite growing up in her house after Papa died. She never understood the spiritual and never gave it credence. So, we avoided each other. Not that I minded. My sister, Genevieve, was her favourite anyway. That’s why the old bat murdered me, so my sister would inherit.
“Ghosts aren’t real.”
I smiled, watching her hand tremble, and leaned closer. “Oh, they are very real, Grandmama, and I will haunt you until you die…”
Red Sky
I stared at the crimson sky; the colour matched the stains on the porch. The dried blood on my hands was a deeper hue. I hadn’t bothered to wash it off or dispose of the body. I just rolled poor Earl against the railing after it happened and sat down on the porch swing to enjoy the sunset.
No need to do anything else.
I sighed. A shame really, but the stupid fool shouldn’t have been poking his nose where it didn’t belong. I glanced at the body. The pack would take care of him once the moon rose tonight.
Be Afraid of the Dark 
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