Flash fiction statement was provided by Didrik McCay Wickman on my Facebook Fan Page.
As I pondered the red liquid, I realised that in hindsight, I should probably have checked if this person had any sickness transmittable by blood…
As I pondered the red liquid, I realised that in hindsight, I should probably have checked if this person had any sickness transmittable by blood…
“Does it shock you?”
Eric looked up. He didn’t know whether to be afraid or pleased that we had chosen him. It wasn’t something that he had expected that night as he lay quivering beneath his bed sheets. There had been a creak on the stair. Creaks on the stair weren’t unusual at night in the old shabby house, but this particular shriek of wood had been a louder groan than any caused simply by old timber.
Somebody had stepped on it.
Eric had heard a soft hiss and a rasp of the lips as he’d shrunk further beneath the sheets. He’d thought about running through to his parents’ bed. If there had been a monster in the house, it would surely have devoured him before he could reach the safety of his mother’s duvet. Of course, there had been more than one monster in that house
