An excellent short story, take the message to heart.
Originally posted on gillswriting:
2:57am EAT Soweto, Moshi, Tanzania
The sheet snagged spitefully at her feet, having writhed snakelike around her ankles, trapping them. She cussed like a trooper into the darkness as she kicked and thrashed to release them from their confines and finally, triumphant, she swung her legs out onto the marble tiled floor. Her hand groped for the phone, her fingers maliciously finding the on button in the dark, the cussing continued and as the phone lit up it cast an eerie orb of light around her and the air was truly blue.
“Three o’ bloody clock. Can’t even make it to the 4am witching hour. Jeez.” The orb of light diminished and the darkness laughed at her, triumphant.
Release us, help us, don’t abandon us like this.
The voices continued, clear and haunting, their identities as blatant as the tone of accusation.
“Jeez. 3am! I don’t do this! I always…
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