The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
by Michelle Joy Gallagher
It should never have come to this. The longer Eliza sat at the bottom of the hill, the worse she felt. It had been 180 days since Frank… Since the ghosts from her past finally caught up with her. She went from housewife to vagabond instantly, living hand to mouth with the only possession allowed her: her father’s old car. She slept in the back seat all these weeks driving back toward her childhood home, hoping for some semblance of escape and now she had finally run out of fuel and strength. She cursed Frank, she cursed God, she cursed the old car and she cursed herself.
There were hours of nothing and more nothing. Then she sensed movement shimmering in the middle of the road some ways toward the east. She dared a glint of hope, but the form never grew nearer. A heat mirage flickering in the noon day sun and nothing more. The morning was cool but here in the open it was sweltering. She was sweating and it rolled down her face mixing with dirt. She was a wreck and the full weight of all those lonely weeks finally hit her full force. She began to sob heaving for breath until she was interrupted by a voice.
“Eliza.” Almost a low growl. Familiar and frightening.
It found her here in the middle of nowhere.
She looked up to find more nothing, just the faint glimmer on the horizon like before. She wiped her tears and stood up. Shielding her eyes she strained to see what it could be moving at the horizon.
“You should have known I wouldn’t leave your side.”
She was grasped around the waist and pulled toward the car by an invisible force. The door flung open and shut her in. She screamed and tried to get out but the door wouldn’t budge. The heat was oppressive and she gasped for breath. Soon she grew weak and lay her head against the window. She looked up, eyes losing focus as she faded out.
Frank stood there at the door, grinning down at her.
Fiction © Copyright Michelle Joy Gallagher
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
More from author Michelle Joy Gallagher:
Welcome to Blackhawk, Colorado. Blackhawk has always been strange. Natural disasters. Disappearances. Murders. High strangeness is a part of daily life. We can’t hope to explain it, but we can chronicle its past. Learn from it. Fear it. Blackhawk is an experimental fiction series set in a shared universe, written by a variety of talented authors. It is the brainchild of David M Brown (Plague Doctor, Modern Animals) and Carl D Smith (Moleb the Giant, Darkness Out of Carthage). Each story will contribute to an organic, evolving mythology as diverse as the voices behind its tales. For fans of True Detective, Lost Highway, Twilight Zone, and The Terror. This is Volume Two of the series and contains five stories by five different authors, each in tune with the specific strangeness Blackhawk has to offer. NOTE: For fans of Lake Lord Publishing’s prior horror titles, be warned that Blackhawk will contain content that is perhaps more disturbing and mature.
Very creepy and sinister, loved it.
Super-creepy and the thought of being locked in a hot car with no hope of escape is skin-crawlingly horrible