I love this week's creepy story. I've been telling people it's about a murderous painting. But it's not quite finished yet. Anyway... Here is a little excerpt:
"You ready?" Marc asks, his hand brushing mine.
I pull away from him, swallowing. "Yeah. I guess I have to be, right?"
He looks at me, but says nothing. He doesn't understand the power of the house. The dark, magnetic power of it. Maybe he will soon.
But I'm scared. I'm scared he's going to laugh at me. When he sees the painting, he'll see me too, in an entirely new light. He'll know I'm a drama queen for sure.
Exhaling loudly, I shrug inside my denim jacket and reach out to grip the doorhandle. Like so many times before. I twist it, and the door opens. Don't even need a key. This is a small town.
Has the painting ever left the wall? Has it wandered, perhaps? Gone on a nocturnal journey? Paintings generally can't walk. I know that. But this one is different. This one is…alive. Its eyes follow a person. Its smile seems to tilt upwards whenever you look at it.
I shiver and step into the hallway.
It looks just the same as it used to. Nothing's changed.
It comes in at just under 3,000 words so far. Not sure what the final word count will be.
Can't wait to see what other people write for this week's story.
And then I'm sure we can expect something awesome from Jenn's prompt next week. Heehee. This is such a fun project!
© Trisha W.F.