The third of my stories written to send a little shiver along your spine was written for Yellow Silk Dreams. Entitled 'Patrick's Pendant' this story was included in the anthology 'Enchanted'. For the past few weeks I have featured excerpts on Sundays for Weekend Writing Warriors.
Katie pushed the undergrowth back with her boots. Bending down she picked up a large twig and began using it to poke at the fronds and pine needles on the spinney floor.
Something glistened under a small shrub and she reached forward to pick it up. It was a silver chain with a pendant attached, soiled from the damp leaves and muddied. She turned it over in her palm. There was an inscription in the centre.
Katie traced the name, rubbing away the mud with a careful finger.
A sharp gust of wind caught her neck and she turned suddenly. On the floor around her feet the leaves swirled and danced reminding her of the previous night’s events.
Katie looked around carefully then traced the name again.
Feeling suddenly light headed Katie closed her eyes, and leaned against the nearest tree for support. She held the coin tentatively between thumb and forefinger.
Her head continued spinning and a soft humming sound began in her ears. It wasn’t unpleasant; instead she found it soothing, almost melodic, and her body felt light and free of tension. Katie found thoughts flowed from her mind leaving her tranquil and contented.
She could see him!
A young man with sandy blonde hair and the brightest of blue eyes appeared in her minds eye. He was dressed casually in faded jeans and an old grey T shirt.
He was wearing the chain!
His smile was broad and he stared intently at her.
Katie jolted suddenly and opened her eyes dropping the chain to the ground. She blushed, though there was no-one to see her. Inexplicably she sat underneath the tree on the carpet of leaves, some of which continued their dancing circle around her.
Leaning forward she picked up the chain once more and felt its determined pull on her mind as she stared hard at the delicate etching on one side and the smooth silver on the other. It grew warm to her touch and the chain seemed to sparkle as it snaked between her fingers. Her ears pulsated with the thump of her heightened heart beat and her mouth grew dry.
The final spooky story from me was accepted by The House Of Erotica for this year's Halloween anthology called the 'Witching Hour'. My story is called 'Hidden From View:
It was impossible to make out anything other than dark clothing on the short ride there so Sophie leaned into Liam just happy to be going somewhere special.
Liam paid the cab driver when they arrived and they started walking up the driveway which was lit up with ghoulish lanterns of red and green. Paper pumpkins hung from a small apple tree not far from the front door. The house looked dark as they approached and fake cobwebs hung across the doorframe. When Sophie rang the doorbell a howling wolf could be heard from inside and the red outline of a skull lit up in the front window.
Camilla opened the door wearing a black furry cat suit, her figure accentuated by the tight fabric. Whiskers had been carefully drawn onto her face and she wore furry ears on top of her head.
“Hi!” she beamed, “Come on in!”
As Sophie and Liam followed Camilla through the hall they could see that no expense had been spared in capturing the spirit of the occasion. Liam ducked to avoid the many ‘cobwebs’ and plastic spiders which hung from every available protrusion.
“Can I take your coats?” Camilla asked reaching out towards Liam.
With a wink Liam untied the belt on his raincoat and revealed his costume. Sophie ran an approving eye over the handsome image standing before her. Liam was wearing black trousers with a high buttoned waist and a tailored jacket of black and grey checks. A deep cut front smoothed around to coat tails behind. Around his neck was a strange neck tie that shot out comically on both sides. At first Sophie wasn’t sure who or what he was supposed to be; it was only the production of a pair of white gloves and a round white skull which Liam now placed over his handsome head that made her cry in delight.
“Jack Skellington!” she beamed, “Liam you look amazing!”
Liam smiled out at her through the large black holes of the skull.
“Your turn.” he reminded.
Sophie removed her raincoat causing Liam to grunt in pleasure. She handed the coat to a bemused Camilla and stood before Liam enjoying his awestruck silence. The black net dress clung to her subtle curves, stopping just short of indecent. Beneath the dress Sophie had fastened two black stars to her nipples and one large one to the front of a barely-visible G string.
“Wow Sophie.” Liam managed taking a step towards her.
Sophie laughed trailing a finger down the front of Liam’s jacket before following Camilla into the hub of the party.
The room was alive with eerie bodies chatting, laughing and dancing to carefully selected tracks. Helping herself to blood red punch from a pumpkin head Sophie observed the many witches, ghouls and Dracula’s dotted around the room. A tall man dressed in a blood stained boiler suit stood with an axe protruding through his head chatting to a vixen in red and black. The ambiance was dark and decadent, deliciously daring. Liam was soon by Sophie’s side touching her body through the net.