Wednesday, January 22, 2014

The Realm Watchers

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"There was evil in that horned statue," Martin said. "I felt it clenching every part of me."

"What statue? The one downtown?"

Martin nodded. "But this evil comes in many forms."

"And you encounter this evil often?"

"Yes," Martin said, staring blankly toward a window. "Grace used to see it too, but I never believed her until I started seeing it for myself--after she died."

Seated next to Martin's bedside, Dr. Nguyen tapped a pen lightly over her lips momentarily, then slowly leaned forward. "I'm sorry for your loss. Sure it's been a very difficult process for you, but you must understand that leaving the facility the way you did only puts you into more danger."

Martin shook his head. "You just don't understand."

"Oh I understand," Dr. Nguyen said, her brown eyes bulging into neon red spheres. "I understand that you've been a very naughty boy, Martin!"


This story is linked with Anonymous Legacy's Visdare , a weekly writing challenge hosted by Angela Goff.


  1. Creepy! I like it! Poor Martin doesn't stand a chance.

  2. Ooo! Very sinister. The opening and closing lines are both great hooks - very difficult to pull off in a short piece. Well done!

  3. Oh, nice! I really like the edge to this story.