The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
Scare B ‘n’ B
by Lisa Harris Tarot
“Is it just me or is the girl in that paintin’ lookin’ at us?”
“Philip, go to sleep.”
“No, Janine, I’m serious, look at her! She’s completely watchin’ us!”
“Philip, I mean it. I’m feckin’ tired.”
“Janine, please. Just get up fer a second. G’wan, just a sec. She’s been starin’ at us all night!”
“Mother of Jesus, y’absolute gobshite, after the drive we’ve had – Oh. I see what y’mean.”
“See! Told ya she was lookin’ at us. Feckin’ hell. Pfft… see why they didn’t include her in the brochure…”
“Jesus, yeah, she’s bloody spooky alright. Does her eye move when ya – no. But still. We should put a blanket or somethin’ over that… I can’t unsee it now. Here, shift yer arse there, I said shift! You’re on that feckin’ blanket. Tch…”
“I’ll put the light on – aw Jaysus, be careful Janine, don’t get too close!”
“And how do you suppose I cover up da widdle baby’s scawy pictoor if I don’t get too close?”
“Aw stop, no, I’m serious! That creepy eye peepin’ through that thingy is freakin’ me out. It’s too lifelike. It’s like… Pennywise, or someone!”
“Pennywise or someone?! Are you for real?! It’s just an olden-times lady. Bit eerie, yeah, but that’s how they painted them an’ all back then! Feck sake…”
“Well excuse me, Missus Van Gogh.”
“…Mother of God, some honeymoon this is turnin’ out to be… Oh fuck!”
“What?”
“Eh… Philip?”
“What? You’re scarin’ me.”
“Can you switch the big light on for me there, pet?”
“Why? Why? It’s not workin’! Janine, why d’ya want the big light? What’s wrong?”
“Em… Just shine that lamp at an angle for me on the eh, yeah, over where her face… … should be.”
“SHE’S GONE!”
“A… Apparently. But she was just… there.”
“But where’s she – how did – Janine, what’s wrong?!”
“Em… Philip pet, eh… Do me a little favour, would ya?”
“Janine, d’feck is goin’ on? Where did that freaky lady in the paintin’ go?!”
“Philip. Whatever you do, babe. DON’T. LOOK. BE. HIND. YOU.”
“…Wh’ – “
“DON’T. LOOK. BEHIND… you.”
“Babe, what’s touchin’ me neck?”
“Oh… Philip…”
“Janiiine… What iiis that…? Oh God… What’s happenin’? What’s she doin’ to me – eyes! Oh Jesus! Me eyes!”
“Phil… I’m… I’m sorry.”
“Janine, where are you goin’?! JANINE! Don’t LEAVE me?!?! JANIIINE! COME BACK! COME BAAACK! COME BAAAAaaaagh – “
~ Three Weeks Later ~
“Det var en riktig dag!”
(“That was some day!”)
“Någon dag? Någon körning!”
(“Some day? Some drive!”)
“Ja, men det är allt värt det om vi får tillbringa vår smekmånad i en sagostuga!”
(“Yeah, but it’s all worth it if we get to spend our honeymoon in a fairytale cottage!”)
Vår egen saga börjar nu, Pernilla.”
(“Our own fairytale starts now, Pernilla.”)
“Åh, Björn, du är verkligen min lyckliga värld.”
(“Oh, Bjorn, you really are my happy ever after.”)
…
“Vah, Pernilla?”
(“Eh, Pernilla?”)
“Ja, Björn?”
(“Yes, Bjorn?”)
“Är det bara jag, eller är det flickan på den där målningen… som tittar på oss?”
(“Is it just me, or is the girl in that painting… looking at us?”)
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Fiction © Copyright Lisa Harris
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
More about Lisa Harris Tarot:
Lisa Harris is a tarot reader, horror writer, weirdo artist, plushie parent, small animal hambassador, and Ghost Type Pokémon Trainer from Dublin, Ireland. Known to a select few as The Voice of Horror: Venus de Vilo, this ex-musician turned psychic is determined to give millennials her age something (else) to scream about. She might have a ouija board, but there’s nothing “medium” about her.
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