I walk down the stairs. The house is old, well over fifty, and continues to settle as it creaks and groans every so often. The room below is dark, and the smell of dankness rises towards the open door. Another smell, slightly more pungent, fills the air as well. It hits me hard as my nostrils tense up at the scent.
This story was inspired by a trip to Muizenberg and some science fiction TV shows I was watching at the time.
Just a quick one this time, and not as dark as my previous two.
This one is a bit different to my previous story, Two Men and a Corpse. It takes a slightly darker tone and is another experiment for me. I wrote this around the character of Bob, he fascinates me as there’s more to him than meets the eye. Happy people always unsettle me just a little too much. Even though I enjoy paranormal/supernatural horror stories it’s always been the more human ones that terrify me. The human mind is a far more terrifying aspect than any monster.
I wrote this in a about an hour at 2am this morning on a whim. I’m not sure where the inspiration came from, but I wanted to write something short and to the point. Actually my intention was to write a very short flash fiction, but as always my characters escape me.