“Come,” she beckoned me, cooking a finger in my direction.
“Who are you?” I questioned, mouth dry and heart racing.
The ethereal voice didn’t answer my questions, “come”, the obsidian silhouette of a woman crooned from my bedroom floor.
“No,” I tried to shout the word, but all that came out was a whisper of a breath, against my will my feet starting shuffling forward. “Please,” I begged, as I crept ever closer to that black figure.
As my feet touched hers I was plunged into an icy darkness, and I found myself laying on the floor looking up.
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Written for and inspired by Carrot Ranch 99 word story prompt
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