Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Kathleen McCluskey @KathleenMcClus4 @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

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Vengence
by Kathleen McCluskey

The moonlight had been muted by passing clouds as the lone hand began to breach the muddy waters of the marsh. No sound was audible except for the sucking sound coming from the mud. It had lain there undisturbed since this time last year. The beasts, insects and fowl all knew the anniversary was upon them and fled. Slowly the blackened hand emerged from the marsh. Elevating up out of the peat and earth was a creature that was once a man. The wounds suffered in his callous murder had deteriorated over time. The bullet hole in his head had blackened with the passing of another year. This would be the year that vengeance would finally be his.
He staggered out onto the bank and looked at his hands. The hands that had built an empire were now black with decay. Looking over the gate he saw his former palatial estate. A lone tear rolled down his withering face. He pushed the gate forward and lurched toward the house.
He peered through the large picture window, he could see his once loyal wife and ex-partner standing in a soft embrace. The candles on the bureau made their shadows dance on the walls. He knew that they were the perpetrators of his demise and vowed to make them pay. He walked around to the front of the house and entered his plush home.
He walked into a dimly lit room, the only illumination was from scores of candles. He turned his decaying head and his neck made grotesque cracking noises. He scrutinized the floor below, he had walked onto a pentagram. His wife and old partner both smiled as the voodoo priestess began her chant. He was entranced, he had no choice but to return to the swamp. He lowered himself back into the mire. His hand was the last to be drawn down into the blackness destined to attempt his revenge year after year.
Fiction © Copyright Kathleen McCluskey
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com 

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More from Kathleen McCluskey:

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About Nina D'Arcangela

Nina D’Arcangela is a quirky horror writer who likes to spin soul rending snippets of despair. She reads anything from splatter matter to dark matter. She's an UrbEx adventurer who suffers from unquenchable wanderlust. She loves to photograph abandoned places, bits of decay and old graveyards. Nina is co-owner of Sirens Call Publications, co-founder of the horror writer's group 'Pen of the Damned', and if that isn't enough, put a check mark in the box next to owner and resident nut-job of Dark Angel Photography.
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2 Responses to Ladies of Horror Flash Project – #Horror #author Kathleen McCluskey @KathleenMcClus4 @Sotet_Angyal #LoH #fiction

  1. afstewart says:

    Loved the ending, a great twist.

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