It was a simple request, late at night.
I had spoken to the bookmaker over the phone.
Asking to borrow her awl.
She was making tea, I think.
The awl was in the toolshed, she said.
Her front door was oddly open.
Her dog cowered under a chair.
Her phone was shattered on the floor.
Her pot of tea screamed, releasing steam.
A sliver of terror slithered through me.
Outside, the handle of the darkened toolshed was slick and sticky.
The awl attached her severed hand to the wooden door.
Reaching out toward me.
In a desperate plea.
For my help.
Wow, had to read this several times. Well done terrifying story in 101 words.
Thank you So Very Much Stella! Best Wishes, Susan Eileen Jizba
Very good scary story.
Thank you So Very Much Derek! Best Wishes, Susan Eileen Jizba
Wow! This was frightening. Just a few words can scare you!
Thank you so very much Yolanda! It was really fun to write!
Really enjoyed it!