Sorry for the spotty posting lately, things have been a bit busy. But I am back with three new dark drabbles this week. Enjoy.
Reflection
The eyes haunt me.
Crimson, red, accusing.
Staring from the mirror.
Not my face, not my eyes, for all that the reflection resembles me.
Something else is there watching me. Expectant.
I see it everywhere, locked in the polished glass.
Is it inside the mirrors? Or inside me?
I do not know, but it is malevolent. Gnawing at my edges, clawing at my sanity.
I can not sleep from the fear.
I have covered the mirrors in the house. I still feel it spying.
I want to smash the glass, destroying all the mirrors, but I mustn’t.
It would escape.
The End
The iron bed frame creaked each time he moved on the lumpy, grimy mattress, every motion bringing pain, every breath wracked with a rasp, or worse, a cough. He was alone, waiting to die, forgotten in a cold, cheap room, subsisting as his existence wound down. The bleak loneliness of his situation consumed him.
When would it cease?
He longed for and feared that day, the day his pain would be over, but what came next? Would it be a black nothing, a void, everything he was lost, or would a hell of torment await him?
He would know soon…
Written in Blood
The skull sat on a tombstone, as if vomited from its grave beneath. A strange wayward bone, slightly yellowed, stained with graveyard earth, a bluish glow shimmering across its surface. Sentience festered deep inside the hollow shell, woven from memories, regret, and a curse passed down through generations.
Something peered out through the dark eye sockets, despondent, vainly screaming a soundless howl. Bound by ancestral transgressions, doomed to an eternity of captivity, the skull remained, waiting for its fate.
Waiting for the person who would retrieve it, the witch who needed her familiar. Shackled forever to her bloodline in servitude.
Be Afraid of the Dark 
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