The sound came from my mother's
mouth, as she lay dying. A terrible lonely sound. A foreign sound,
like a deep low clicking and gurgling. They told me it was the death
rattle. And that I could expect her death within the next twelve hours.
And they were right.
That was the first time I had ever heard such an ugly sound.
The second time was five nights after her funeral, as I sat alone in her small empty house.
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This is stomach-churning stuff, Rot.
It's power comes from the implication of horror, rather than shock tactics.
Truly scary.
Thanks, marrow.
A friend of mine many years ago heard this sound from a dying relative.
I never forgot the story he told me.
I love stories like this. Their telling is so simple, but it is deceptively hard to get right.
Yeesh. I got gross chills. Well done.
Ouch!.. :(:(:(
in a really really good way...
Was just thinking what it'd be like to be haunted by something so unrepresentative of the person who passed.
It wouldn't be fair.
It'd be awful.
chills.
You're right.
It isn't fair.
It is awful.
LOVE
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