Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Kathleen McCluskey @KathleenMcClus4 @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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The Bayou
by Kathleen McCluskey

In the bayou there are things that slither and things that creep. There are scary things and beautiful things. But there is one being that is feared by all, the voodoo priestess. She is all powerful, all knowing and very vengeful. The locals would always spit when they came across any of her shrines to nature. They hoped the spit offered some form of protection.
The blood moon was the time of the year that the veil between the world of the living and the world of the dead was the thinnest. This was the time of the priestess. She began in her shack with the customary sacrifice of a chicken. She then chanted and swayed as the spirit of the bayou took her. In a trance she knelt on her mud floor and gyrated insanely. As her eyes began to roll over white the earth shared its divine energy. She then knew who to curse and how.
The next morning she had the knowledge she needed to rid the swamp of the one that had betrayed her. She gathered her ingredients and began. Slowly she picked each piece of cloth, each piece of yarn and which thread to use. Carefully she built her tool to invoke the correct affliction. The results of past years hung playfully around her humble abode. The doll was finally complete. All it needed now was a bit of the damned.
Exiting into the humid air of Louisiana her powers knew where to look. She closed her eyes and walked to and fro through the soft water-logged ground. Without difficulty she came upon the remains of a gator trap. She took a bit of the fishing line that the blasphemer had cut himself on.
Back in her shack she tied the line onto the doll. She then placed a noose around its neck and hung it amongst the others. Soon the corrupt man would suffocate in his sleep. Her powers would now be recharged until the blood moon returned.
Fiction © Copyright Kathleen McCluskey
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com 

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More from Kathleen McCluskey:

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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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2 Responses to Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Kathleen McCluskey @KathleenMcClus4 @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

  1. afstewart says:

    A terrific story.

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