The Ladies of Horror
by Naching T. Kassa
Billy Sharon looked out over Blackstone Beach and smiled. Dark cliffs and sea-polished obsidian delighted his eye, while a salty breeze tousled his hair. The place was perfect. He couldn’t believe it was haunted.
The island natives had warned him about the ghost. They claimed it crept inland from the sea, camouflaged by the evening mist. He had laughed at their superstition.
The chill of twilight brought tendrils of fog. No eldritch shape nor translucent creature emerged as the mist moved across the stones. Billy’s smile broadened. He slipped into his sleeping bag and rested on the sand. The world darkened around him and, as the campfire’s crackling mingled with the ocean’s whisper, his eyelids grew heavy.
He woke only once during the night. Something cold and wet had touched his left arm. For a moment, he thought the tide had come in. He cracked open an eye and an unextinguished fire greeted him. No water glimmered in its light.
Billy realized his arm had gone numb. It had fallen asleep and woken him. He gave it a quick shake before returning to oblivion.
When he awoke a few hours later, the morning sun had risen. He licked his dry lips and groaned aloud. All of his limbs had lost feeling and as the blood returned, agony rode its coattails. He opened his eyes and screamed.
A phantom squatted a few feet from him. Its face appeared washed away and Billy couldn’t tell if it had eyes. The only thing he could see was a lipless gash filled with teeth.
Billy tried to scramble to his feet and suddenly realized, he didn’t have any. His hands had also vanished. All that remained were four cauterized stumps. Two ended below the elbow. Two ended below the knee.
Billy began to shriek.
The ghost held a finger to its lips and, against his will, Billy fell silent.
“I’ll be back at sunset,” the figure said. “Wait for me.”
It laughed as the tide took it away.
And, it laughed when it returned that night.
Fiction © Copyright Naching T. Kassa
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