The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
I close my eyes, lulled into the peaceful state of waking sleep by the gentle tapping of the ancient lock against the door in the night’s whispering warm breeze.
I rock in the wooden chair passed down generations of my family, handcrafted by the great grandfather I was named after: Henry. I swing slowly to and fro as I have done for many a year, the creak of my special chair the orchestra accompanying the sweetest of voices. Little voices, singing as one… voices which have not yet lost the purity of innocence and childhood dreams. They usually fill me with a tranquillity unlike any other, but lately their chant is growing softer. Soon, I will barely be able to hear them.
I loathe to go into the noisy world outside my cabin but wearily I get up. Needs must…
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