Yet another Tuesday and yet another tease told to me by one of the many dark souls that stalk the rooms and corridors of The Crypt.
My
Last Vacation (A tale from beyond the grave)
The
apartment had been freshly decorated, the lingering smell of paint a
dead giveaway, yet something still felt strange, there was definitely
a chill in the room which was a surprise considering the outside
temperature. Before I could ask why though the bellboy ushered me
through the door and began to show me around the apartment, with it's
newly-fitted kitchenette, brand new two seat sofa, which still had
it's plastic covers on, satellite TV, which he assured me was totally
free and full-to-bursting mini-bar.
“Which
one's the bathroom?”
“That's
through this door, Sir.” The bellboy placed his hand on the cold,
metal, handle but as soon as he did the same chill that I had felt on
first entering the room ran through my body once again. “Are you
alright, sir? You look a little pale.”
“Guess
the flight got to me more than I realized. I'll be okay after a long,
hot, soak.”
“I'm
sure you will, sir.”
With
that he pushed the door open, and as I saw the blood-stained floor,
walls and bath, for the first time, I also saw the stiletto blade
appear out of the middle of my chest.
©JSMorbius
4 comments:
Wow, Julez, goosebumps! You do dark so very well. Loved it!
Chilling! Gave me shivers down my spine. Loved it
Damn! What a chiller! Good piece!
Wonderfully creepy!
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