Ghost Stories - Widow Maker, Continued

Vincent nodded, barely able to breathe at this point.  Besides the threat of the black-headed vixen, there was the rim of a new sun that would soon appear over the eastern horizon.  Daylight was dawning.  Time was of the essence.  Getting back to the safety of his liar would only take a minute.  It was the ‘getting away’ that was the problem.

 

“Good!” she excreted, lowering the cross in the process.

Vincent was able to turn and view her at length.  There was a rather large pile of horse manure to her right that he would have gloried in shoving her into. 

She was beautiful, as humans go.  Her hair was so black that it looked blue beneath the light of the fading moon.  Her lips were red, like still-precious rubies and her complexion swarthy, mysterious, almost enchanting.  

 

There were so many questions, so little time.

 

How had she guessed his secret?  And how long had she been stalking them?  She had been as quiet as a panther, and as quick as a fox.  How had she stolen his wallet without his knowledge?  And most importantly, what did she want?  There was the promise of an offered bargain written on her mischievous looking face.

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The Crying Veil - Anna's eyes widened in terror as the wedding veil she had situated on her head was suddenly covered with blood - drops of blood.  She detected crying, pitiful crying as if someone in her head were in agony.... Click to Read  

The Lace Curtain - The graveyard lay in the misted distance.  Kayla fingered the dingy lace curtain with high anticipation of catching a glimpse of the apparition that had appeared nightly for the last thirty days.  It had began on the first of the month.  This month.  This unusually hot and blustery October month.  Click to Read  

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The Haunted House - "Over here, I tell you!  The coffin is over here!"

Mona rolled her eyes up at Frank. Idiot. He was acting if he'd found the secret entrance in the wall rather than her. She had a good mind to turn back and let Frank stand his chances of being sacrificed by the coven of she-male vampires that inhabited the dungeon of the castle. . . .  Click to Read  

Widow Maker - The city lay shrouded in the distance, looming like a fragile virgin clothed in white. The year was 2785.

 

Vincent’s keen eyesight cut through the fog, singeing over the towering steel buildings like a guided laser.  He was searching for something lost, something that he would probably never reclaim.  Click to Read