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

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Nov_Image03Shamus
by Kathleen McCluskey

Shamus tried to control his panicked breathing as he looked passed the old tree. He was hopeful that the druid priests didn’t see which way he ran. Panting very fast but trying to keep quiet he carefully stepped out of the shadow of the old oak and into the muted moonlight. He frantically looked around to see if any priest was behind him. He began to run; not knowing where he was going. It felt like an eternity of fleeing when he came to an abrupt stop. Standing before him was an old, decrepit building with one door. He scanned the area and not seeing anybody he decided to investigate the building further.
Shamus broke a window and climbed inside. He had never seen a room so dark. With his hands out in front of him he blindly walked into the darkened abyss. He tried to find anything that would help him see in the pitch black. He tripped and landed on his knees. Now he was uncertain where he was in the room. The window, his point of reference was no longer visible. He rolled onto his back and thought, “Well, at least the priests aren’t after me anymore.” A loud crash made him sit up. He put his hand up to his eyes as a blaring spot light was placed onto him.
“You thought you would out run us?” The priest chuckled. “Oh, Shamus, this place is our church, we didn’t have to chase you. You came to us.” Shamus looked around, trying his best to make out any figures in the light or the dark. No definite details were shown to him only the dark cloaked figures that were coming towards him. He frantically looked around for a way out but there was none. His fate was sealed. The voice came again, “Now, is the time of the Samhain and you, dear are our sacrifice for the coming fall. We need your blood for the crops to come.” Shamus screamed. It was futile.
Fiction © Copyright Kathleen McCluskey
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
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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 grave yards. Nina is a co-owner of Sirens Call Publications, a co-founder of the horror writer's group 'Pen of the Damned', founder and administrator of the Ladies of Horror Picture-prompt Monthly Writing Challenge, 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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4 Responses to Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Kathleen McCluskey @KathleenMcClus4 @Darc_Nina #LoH #fiction

  1. I do love a Samhain story – this is really creepy and a very effective use of the prompt.

  2. afstewart says:

    A dark and terrific story.

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