The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
by Kathleen McCluskey
Scott returned home every workday evening about the same time; the weekend itinerary consisted of watching TV and sleeping. His office schedule never changed, his home routine was even more mundane. When he would come into his home, he would immediately remove his shoes. He always looked at the picture of his grandfather that was on the small marble table in his mud room; he and his friends were at a picnic. Scott would speculate, endlessly, about the picture. Everybody looked so happy and content, the broad smiles gave a warm vibe. All of them dressed in white, Scott wondered what the day held. He wanted to be a part of that world. That type of camaraderie was something that he longed for. He reached for the picture and brought it to his face. His thick glasses sat on the tip of his nose as he looked over them. He touched the face of his grandfather and wished he could have been there in the sun laughing and enjoying friends. He had no companion, he had no pet, he had no wife, he was desperately alone. He sighed loudly and stepped into his living room.
He collapsed himself onto the couch and looked at the blank television. He sighed deeply again. Scott couldn’t help but think of his grandfather and that glorious day. The shining sun, the laughter, the friends…everything he longed to have in his humdrum life. He closed his eyes and fell fast asleep. He dreamt of that day. His grandfather beckoned to him with his hand held out. The stark white suit that he wore made Scott lift his hand to try and shade his eyes. His grandfather then pulled him by the wrist towards him. Scott reeled backwards when his eyes met his grandfather’s. The deep-set black sockets held bright yellow orbs. Scott tried to pull away but his grandfather’s grip held firm. The flesh on Scott’s wrist began to burn and smoke. His grandfather cocked his head to the side, “I thought you wanted to be a part of this group?” He pulled Scott closer. “We are all disciples for the church of Mephistopheles. All hail, Lucifer!” He threw Scott to the ground. The others in the photograph began to gather around Scott. One of the apostles spoke, “It’s been a long time since we had a meal!” They all pounced onto Scott.
His body lay in his apartment for days before the smell brought the authorities. Scott’s body lay on his couch, his guts had been removed. His face was frozen in a ghastly scream. One of the police officers noticed the picture on the little marble table. He looked around and placed the picture into his jacket. The fanatic devotees would soon have another feast brought to them by the picture.
Fiction © Copyright Kathleen McCluskey
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