The old world does not willingly show itself except at night, when it comes into its own.
My son and I went for ice cream. Crossing the apartment lot, he pointed at a narrow set of steps just visible between Building B and the equipment shed.
“Where do those go, daddy?”
What you fear, you summon.
I couldn’t account for the missing hours. One minute he was with me, the next I was alone. It was after midnight. I had no memory of any of it.
One must watch for the moments between moments, for that is where life dwells.
Dear J Hardy,
Just to the left of creepy. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Sinisterly done. Good one.
Oh, come on – you have to go over the word limit; I want to know where he’s gone!
Ah.. there is mystery… just like those stairs have to lead somewhere.
I’m so intrigued!
Wow, you knocked me down with this one. Perfection!
Dark and frightening. I fear for the children.
This sounds as if the faeries had some fun. I love this story.
Makes me think of fairies, all magical and villainous at the same time. Poor little boy. :(
Wow! A lot of mystery in a few words. Nicely done!
Dang…
What you fear, you summon. Very creepy!