The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
I remain here, trapped without end. These halls that scream and cry out a history that has gone unspoken hold me close. I am their last spark of remembrance. I am their voice.
As I wander through cold chambers I recall the days when those rooms were full of broken souls. Thrust into darkness for their sins of madness and poverty. I still smell the acrid stench of human suffering, drowning in piss and vomit. I recall with absolute clarity each lash I laid down, each abuse I thrust upon them. I did not understand then, as I do now.
The knowledge of centuries has turned my mind, and opened the secrets held there.
I try desperately to share what I have learned with those who dare venture into this place seeking the thrill of an unbelieved threat. I besiege them with the memories I cannot escape from. I fill their nostrils with the fetid truths I bathe in, and still they do not see. I fear I too will become nothing more than cold wind upon their cheek, a shiver down their spine.
Another brightly clad group clamours through the dust and fallen stones and I call out to them. I pull together all my strength, drawing in every darkness and horror to share and be known. They walk on, laughing, pulling their new world cloaks tighter as a barrier against the pain.
My voice is lost. I am lost. A child’s ghost story of a forgotten place and time.
Fiction © Copyright Bailey Hunter
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Bailey is a publisher with Dark Recesses Press.
Dark Recesses Press is a publishing house dedicated to providing high quality dark fiction in its many forms to the reader. Our end goal is to impress and entertain, no matter what dark recesses we dare shine our light on.