Morning, Legions of Fans! In yesterday’s post, I promised you a second installment of the urban fantasy/horror short story on which I’ve been toiling away. Lucky for you, I’m putting it out there earlier than planned. AKA, today.
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Part 1 is available here. Enjoy it and enjoy what follows:
“Who’s there?” Richard’s voice came out in a strangled cry. Instead of a verbal reply, the distinct sound of human footsteps reached his ears. The feet moved in near unison taking unhurried steps. The scuttling and scratching sounds intensified. Then the singing began.
Low and terrible, the voices formed long forgotten syllables to make words in an ancient tongue. Richard let out a panicked moan. The chanting voices were all around him now. The horrible hymn was building to a crescendo. The voices rose higher. Some let out vaguely female shrieks of ecstasy. Others sang with primal masculine tones in the alien language. The paralyzing cacophony grew louder still and, with sudden finality, it stopped. Somewhere along the way, the scratching sounds had ceased. The only sound was Richard’s panicked breathing.
The bag covering his head was removed. The room was dimly lit by candles in tall iron stands. Richard could see he was laying on a large block of white stone with stark black veins running through it. The stone was curiously warm against his skin. Richard was suddenly gripped by a powerful impulse. Get up! Run!
Feedback and encouragement are (as always) welcome.