• the_novel_idealist

24 January 2020 - 15 Minute Fiction Friday


John dropped his flashlight instantly, rooted to the spot as the deathly hand continued its sluggish advance from the darkened alcove.


He tried to scream, but found his voice had been lost to the darkness.


As though injected by some holy dose of adrenaline, he found strength enough to back out from the room, with time enough to avoid seeing the full emergence of a mane of long straggly hair from the shadows.


“John, what’s wrong? You’re white as a sheet!”


John could only babble back, pointing towards the slowly creaking door, a slow, high-pitched cackle escaping towards them.