Friday Fictioneers: The Dire-Man (pt 8)

Earlier parts of The Dire-Man can be found here: 

One – Two – Three – Four – Five – Six – Seven

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As I entered the hall of the Dire-Man I looked over my shoulder at the slowly closing door. Dawn light tried to shine through, but was halted at the threshold as though scared that if it tried to penetrate the darkness, the darkness would fight back.

The hall was lit with fat, foul-smelling candles the colour of jaundiced skin.

Every part of me wanted to just turn back, to run from the hall and down the hill and back to my home.

I thought of my son’s severed fingers on the path and carried on forward, deeper into the hall.

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Another Friday Fictioneers story with prompt supplied by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

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