Welcome to another round of the scary writing prompt game. Again, here's how it works: I'll announce the prompt, then you guys post your response in the comment section. At the beginning of each round, I'll share my favorite bit from the previous month's entries before announcing the next prompt. At the end of the year there will be a spooky prize drawing for two lucky winners. *All* participants are automatically entered to win!
Last month's prompt took our friend Marlin into quite the sketchy situation when his acquaintance Julia brought him to a supposedly haunted cemetery. Was Julia telling the truth about the haunting, or was there something more sinister to her motives? It would seem that the former was the most popular choice for our Spookies. Kudos to K.T. for this clever twist that was concise and effective:
Marlin stepped behind the crypt, out of Julia's line of sight.
"Are you praying?" she called.
"Yes," he answered.
He didn't remember any prayers, so he muttered random words just in case she was listening. He didn't notice the ice-blue tendrils of mist snaking up from the ground. When they entered his mouth, he shuddered slightly, but that was all. No real pain, just a…settling in.
Marlin’s body strode through the cemetery gates.
“You promise you said a prayer?” Julia said, hopping from one foot to another. “You really promise?”
“Of course,” Mar(l)in’s voice said. “Julia, don’t you trust me?”
Awesome job, K.T.! And thanks to the rest of you for giving me the creeps.
This Month's Prompt:
I wanted them all to get the hell out.
"Mara," my mother called softly from the hallway that connected to the kitchen. "There's something I wanted to show you while everybody is eating. Could you come back into my bedroom for a minute?"
Anything to get away from the sound of smacking lips and the smell of dry mouth, I thought as I rose to my feet and made my way after her. Once inside my mother's room, I immediately noticed the doll that sat on the center of the bed. It was hideous; hair torn out, face smudged up, six of the ten fingers broken off.
"Grandma had this doll since she was just a girl," Mom said, gently picking it up from the bed. "She left specific instructions to give it to you once she passed away."
"But what about her jewelry?" I blurted the question without caring how it sounded. My arms crossed over the front of my stomach. "When I was little she always promised to leave it to me. I don't want some disgusting doll."
"How did I know you'd react like this?" Mom's face reddened, and she shoved the doll into my hands. The hard plastic of the little feet dug into my stomach, causing me to wince. "I will never come to understand how I came to raise such a spoiled little brat. Keep the doll or don't, see if I care. I've got to go tend to our guests now."
And then she was gone, and I was alone in the bedroom. I stared down at the hideous doll and suppressed the urge to crack its face open on the corner of the dresser. What had Grandma been thinking when she decided that this doll reminded her of me?
I went to leave my mother's room when I saw the jewelry box sitting on the dresser. It was Grandma's. She had left her jewelry to my mother.
After a quick check to make sure Mom wasn't lingering in the hall, I quickly set the doll down on the dresser and opened the jewelry box. After a few seconds of poking around, I extracted a dazzling emerald ring the size of a marble. "Mine now," I whispered with a smile, pocketing it. "Thanks, Grandma."
Nobody will ever know, I thought gleefully just one moment before I heard the noise behind me.
Someone was in the room with me.