• the_novel_idealist

12 July 2019 - 15 Minute Fiction Friday

“What the f...”

He dropped the charcoal scrawl, terrified.

“What’s up?” came his partner’s voice.

It had shocked him to the core the sight of it, particularly here, in the midst of this place.

Scrawled on the small scrap of paper, hidden in the corner of the abandoned cell, a white-eyed, monstrous... thing.

Worse still, imagining the frantic madness of the inmate whose pained mind led them to imagine this monster, the frantic scrawl... ‘IT’S HERE’.

He felt a prickle down his nape; the word ‘HERE’ chilled him. That chill spread through the room and the door slammed behind him.