It was Halloween and the howling dog, the moon and the creaking boards made for a mystical night: Jessie sat by her altar, in her sacred space, and called to her ancestors.

“The veil is thin, I welcome you all,” she spoke into the night.

Some time passed, and then she felt a cold hand on her shoulder. Whipping her head round she saw nothing, but she felt an icy presence. Something dark, cruel, had entered her world. She prayed for protection.

Closing her circle and extinguishing her candles, Jessie headed to bed, little did she know what she had accidentally brought forth, and the night was still young for terror.

1 comment

  1. Jfb57

    Cripes! Just as well I read this at 10am & not 10pm Liv! Great tension & chill throughout!

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