I’m so late in sharing, but hey, it’s Friday the 13th— the perfect day to read a creepy story. So read my story, “Murky Waters,” which author, Latashia Figueroa, was so kind as to share on her blog for Halloween.
Here’s another creepy short by a young talented writer. Enjoy!
Uncle Macon had been dead a year when Aunt Bessie saw bodies rise from Burgaw Creek. Her ankles rolled as she turned to run, and she fainted behind the house. Bedsheets clipped to the clothesline sailed in the wind gusts, sheltered her from the drizzling rain.
Mama and I drove three hours to Burgaw to check on her. When we arrived, the toilet was backed-up, the water shut off.
“We had a really bad storm come through last night. You know Burgaw Creek floods every time it rains,” Aunt Bessie said. I squirmed in my chair at the kitchen table, squeezing my inner thighs together as warm urine bled through my jeans.
“How have you been using the bathroom?” Mama asked.
“I been makin’ do,” Aunt Bessie said, which meant she hadn’t been flushing. Two days of Aunt…
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