A Friday the 13th Horror Short Story: PRISM by Wendy W Webb ~ #Horror #Fri13thStories #Blog

The tenth of thirteen creepy tales of murder and mayhem on Friday the 13th…

PRISM by Wendy W Webb

Fun Fact:  

I love gargoyles. I’ve admired them on the Munsterplatz in Freiburg, Germany, on the cathedral of St. John the Divine in NYC,  watching over the Washington National Cathedral and even the great Biltmore Estate in Asheville, N.C. Some gargoyles represent mythological creatures and animals, and some embody people—or is it some people embody gargoyles? PRISM explores human transfiguration in a few different ways, but you know what? There are plenty more where those came from!

Find Wendy’s Friday the 13th story here…

Blurb:

At first they hid in the dark, as she did now. Then some of them stepped forth. They didn’t speak to her at first. They didn’t kill. At first.

She retreated deeper into the darkest place she could go—in case they killed again.  From the dark she could watch them. In the dark she was safe. At least she imagined she was safe.

And there, she whisper her stories.

Excerpt:

The Girl shivered more from fear than cold, then retreated even deeper into her mind….

Delicate instruments and tiny probes replaced picks and shovels. They found row after row of heads erupted from the floor of the earthen pit. These were more than mere artifacts. Much more.

There, in her mind, she could escape, even briefly….

Encircling the pointed arch of the entrance were faces with their grotesque features forever captured in stone. A one-eyed animal bore sharp teeth. A human-like face was caught in a battle of emotions between sadistic humor and excruciating pain.

And hide in one of her made-up stories….

Mama lay still and pale on the handmade wooden kitchen table while Grandmama Geum stirred the mixture until it became a red-brown paste. “Rub this on them cuts. Be quick about it, girl. There’s so little time left it’s nearly none at all.”

Since all of them, together, would kill her if they could.

About the Author:

Wendy W. Webb has published dark fantasy short stories, supernatural-humor murder mystery novels, and stage plays for adults and children.  She’s discovered that writing scary stuff and funny stuff is a great excuse to avoid vacuuming, phone scams, and losing precious minutes of her life waiting for someone to back their truck into a parking spot.

She loves animals, Bordeaux wine, theatre, and traveling.

*** Find all the stories here: https://linktr.ee/fridaythe13thstories