Her mother had been dead a month now
This was her third visit to the grave
She had noticed the crows on her first visit
Sat at the grave four rows in front of her mum
They were back again today
There was something ugly about crows, she thought
Like death was their home
She wondered why they only sat at that grave
Was there more than usual today
Maybe she was just imagining things
It made her uncomfortable though
She noticed more crows flying in
It was like they were waiting for something
Suddenly they began to claw at the grave
As if they were trying to get to the body
The clawing intensified into a frenzy
She could feel the noise pierce right through her
Then everything stopped
One by one the crows disappeared into the grave
She sat petrified, unable to move
Like she was in some horror film
She waited for the crows to reappear
They didn't
A strange light caught her attention
She could feel herself walking towards the grave
Looking inside to what looked like a crypt
The stairs beckoned her in
Slowly she entered.
His father had been dead a month now
This was his third visit to the grave
He had noticed the crows on his first visit
He wondered why they only sat at that grave.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 23rd, 2021 05:31
- Category: Gothic
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Comments5
So dark and perfect for Halloween!
It's coming.
Brilliant! There’s a certain dark, Lovecraftian element to this work
I'm spending too long in the graveyard researching.
Really interesting read! Awesome!
Like the monocle.
Good dark words Paul.
Andy
That time is coming.
One of the most intelligent of the bird kingdom -- fair enough, considering.......
Can't crow with that.
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