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You Would Not Believe Your Eyes
by Kendra Hale
A rich, smokey smell and haze flowed along the forest floor. The fiery ombré sky is slowly, elegantly, changing into her nightgown. It was almost time, McGee’s Screaming Mimi’s Fear Park was opening its gates. Soon the fireflies would be drawn into the wood.
Their small lights would lead them along the more dirt than gravel footpath that tore through the Oak, Maple, and Birch. Each crunch echoing loudly amidst the frightened silence, only to intermittently be drowned out, swallowed, by the sound of screams.
Willing participants all who entered these woods. They came for the thrill, the rush, the fluttering of butterfly wings.
So did she.
She chose a new fear theme park each season to join. Had been all over the world at this point, but the excitement of a new season never left her. The call was always there and she never felt full.
The lights led the way to her new prey and she followed them like it was a religion. Each time the glow was different, it had a different aroma that permeated the air when it was time. The light shined as though made just to appeal to her.
Tonight she felt invigorated and hyper aware. Her knife would taste real blood tonight, not the false slime that coated the foam and wooden props the actors carried. Her tally was ninety nine and tonight truly felt as special as that anniversary warranted.
The fireflies would bless her again tonight, she hoped it would be a sweet one. She loved the look of innocence touched by sheer terror. She enjoyed the routine and joy of it all.
From the corner of her eye, she saw them.
Little lights were dancing in the distance. Edging their way towards her.
Her high pitched laugh pierced the night, beckoning her prey onwards.
Time to play a game.
Fiction © Copyright Kendra Hale
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
More from author Kendra Hale:
A Gothic Bite Magazine Anthology
A collection of poetry.
‘Just Emotions‘ is exactly as it states, a group of writers who had feelings they wanted to express in poem form. Inside, there are a range of emotions to explore. Each writer has given a bit of themselves to you, each in their own way.
We hope that you enjoy these writings and that among the poems you may find some thing you can identify with or relate to. Thank you for giving us this chance to open the catacombs and share with you.