The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!

Darkness creeped into the room.  The window was black.  The candle flickered across the wooden table.  Its light was a faint whisper, casting eerie glows across the breakfront nearby.  Porcelain skin, painted faces were shadowed.  Silence took a seat in the chair nearby, watching an elderly man approach the window.  The man welcomed the abyss.

The elderly man cast a glance across the room.  He paused along the breakfront.  His eyes rested on the faces that stared back at him.  Tears shined under blue light as they raced one another down porcelain cheeks.  Hands frozen in time.  Cries silenced by glass.

The elderly man shifted one step away from the window.  He looked from the dark landscape to the long, black bag that waited beside the table.  His brow furrowed.  His hands rubbed together like worn leather.  He nodded as if a conversation took place, and silence broke as a hard foot struck the wooden floor.  Then, another step until the bag was in his hands, and he slammed it down onto the table.  The candle blinked.

The sound of a zipper being pulled back shattered the room.  Blue lights shook along a plastic tree placed in the corner.  White foam fell like snow but refused to melt.  Porcelain smiles formed into hollow screams as the elderly man reached inside and welcomed the dead.  It was time to get to work, and the elderly man’s eyes shifted to an empty spot in the breakfront.