At midnight, a vague sense of unease prompted her to investigate the dark hallway. But as the new governess passed the twins’ room, she heard voices speaking an unfamiliar tongue.
Looking through the keyhole, she froze, unbelieving. The twins were holding hands, walking backwards, and chanting, in unison, strange utterances. There were indiscernible chalk markings on the floor. Their stark, white nightshirts were streaked with something dark and red; their clasped hands covered in it.
Their new pet, their father’s gift from abroad, lay on the floor, unmoving.
She gasped. The twins’ attention snapped to the keyhole…
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Sirius Bonner: Professional Oppression Fighter, Mom, Writer, Knitter, Badass
Ooooh! That’s eerily well done.
Super creepy. Quite a visual.
Devil worshipping teens? Sorry, but sacrificing a pet bothers me even in a story.
Bob, what makes you think they are teens? It’s usually younger children who have a governess—and that makes it even creepier.
Well done! Exactly what I hoped for from this exercise. Of course I’m a Twilght Zone/O Henry/Dahl/Hawthorne fan so…but you got all the necessary narrative in to draw us in and leave us hanging.
Yikes!
Thanks, everyone, for the feedback!