Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Terrie Leigh Relf @TLRelf @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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The Family Secret
by Terrie Leigh Relf

At first, I was afraid of the woods’ darkness, the chittering of creatures seen and unseen, the damp, cloying scent of decay, the acrid taste of death . . . And yet, I returned to the woods again and again, as there was something here that called to me, to me alone, and I longed to see its face, to know who—or what— it was.
Late one afternoon, just before night descended and the moon rose full, I heard the flapping of wings, the crackle of branches as an immense bird with obsidian feathers descended to a thick branch, clinging to it with razored talons. It studied me, turning its head this way and that, eyes overflowing with eerie light—and something else. Intelligence? Curiosity? Hunger?
It was well after dark when the bird finally took to the sky, circling over my head several times as if to cast a spell that would hold me in thrall. My chest heaved, expelling air, drawing it in, until I was finally able to steady the racing of my heart.
And then I ran. Oh how I ran until my house came into view. The lights were still on and my parents were more worried than angry that I’d been out so late.
“I was in the woods and lost my way,” I told them, leaving out the part about the strange black bird.
“What have we said about going into the woods so close to dark?” my father said with measured voice, hands crossed over his chest.
“I know, Father. I won’t do it again.”
“Let’s see that you don’t,” Mother added with a stern face before pressing her forehead against mine, pulling me in for a long embrace.
That night, I dreamt of a boy, a man, really, with black wavy hair cascading down his back, with eyes that fixed onto mine with an intensity that made me shudder awake.
In the morning, there was an obsidian feather on my pillow.
Even though I closed and locked the windows, he returned to my dreams for nights on end, leaving another feather as the day followed. A gift? An invitation?
Even as my dreams became more vivid, more lucid, I would rarely remember them upon awakening. They were just dreams, weren’t they? The feathers placed there to protect me in dreamtime by Mother or perhaps Father. I had always known there were secrets in our home, my parents often whispering in a tongue that I had never spoken, never learned. Were they practicing the old ways?
As the next full moon began to rise, I approached the forest’s edge, the feathers bound together in a red cord tied around my neck. There was a slight echo to my footsteps as I made my way deeper into the forest, and I sensed that I was being followed, could almost feel their breath against the back of my neck. When I whirled around, all I could see were shadows cast by tree limbs and branches, so I continued on.
When I reached the glade where I’d first seen the strange black bird, there was a man straddling one of the lower branches. He leapt off with ease, landing on his feet before me. I backed away and he laughed. “Try as you might, you cannot escape your true nature.”
“I don’t know what that is,” I replied.
“Come, and I will show you.”
As he extended his arms, fingers became talons, arms grew dark with feathers. I leaned back for him to grasp my belt, but as we rose into the night sky, my fingers became talons, my arms, wings.
Fiction © Copyright Terrie Leigh Relf
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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More from author Terrie Leigh Relf:

The Sisterhood of the Blood Moon

For thousands of Earth years, the Transgalactic Consortium has had a quiet interest in this planet and its inhabitants, the Haurans. While the Sisterhood of the Blood Moon works together with the Consortium and Haurans to maintain balance in the universe, the Blood Moon is fast approaching. The power of this moon reveals untold secrets . . . including a sacred covenant with the Mora Spiders. There is an ancient pact that needs to be honored—but at what cost and for whose purpose? The world may come to an end. But will there be a chance for a new beginning?

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About Nina D'Arcangela

Nina D’Arcangela is a quirky horror writer who likes to spin soul rending snippets of despair. She reads anything from splatter matter to dark matter. She's an UrbEx adventurer who suffers from unquenchable wanderlust. She loves to photograph abandoned places, bits of decay and old graveyards. Nina is co-owner of Sirens Call Publications, co-founder of the horror writer's group 'Pen of the Damned', and if that isn't enough, put a check mark in the box next to owner and resident nut-job of Dark Angel Photography.
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5 Responses to Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Terrie Leigh Relf @TLRelf @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

  1. afstewart says:

    Excellent, I loved it.

  2. Why thank you! I’m planning to expand it into a longer short story, or perhaps a novella, which Nina recommended. I so love being part of this group. So many seedlings to nurture!

  3. Marge Simon says:

    I look forward to your longer story version!! Go, girl!!

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