tales of Suchita

horror

  • I spy with my little eye

    I spy with my little eye

    A sound jarred me awake. Heart thundering in my chest, I tried to put myself back to sleep but the sound, like a saw mutely but determinedly cutting through wood, wouldn’t let me. So I got off the bed, needing to see what the fuss was about.

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  • The doll in the mansion

    The doll in the mansion

    Patrick and Welma were less than happy when their father told them that they were moving away from the hustle and bustle of the city into a country house. He had tried to explain to them how the merchants with half his value in gold were splurging on such extravagances and he couldn’t be left

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  • I fixed it

    “Christmas tree, my Christmas tree…” “Sonny, what are you doing?” asked Mother seeing the boy perched on a stool, taping the broken glass. “Who did that? Are you hurt?” “Don’t worry mommy. Billy was trying to get in. But I fixed it.”

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  • ‘Tis could be heaven or ’tis could be hell

    It was a bitterly cold night. The snow had been relentless for the past two days and now the world looked like it had been painted white. Two individuals were huddled outside the Croner residence, looking in longingly. Quite ostentatiously, the front door, instead of saying welcome said ‘Open, 24 hours.’

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  • The Lighthouse

    The Lighthouse

    The memories flooded her like a maelstrom of vivid images, half truths and naked lies. This was the reason she had put off visiting the lighthouse for so long. But a time comes when putting something off no longer works and you are forced, by circumstances or otherwise, to confront all those glorious memories. That

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