Dark Tales

At once, the rain stopped, snuffing her lantern. Maura’s eyes grew dead white and a scream was lost to her. Her mouth hung open as she shook uncontrollably in her chair. Her radio slammed on at full volume. All of the logs and the newspaper on the table ran off to the floor in a mess unseen in the darkness. In a quick, horrible succession behind her, the doors of her house flung open violently in the pitch black, their sound blacked out by the radio and made hellish. She was grabbed up with a horrible, invisible quickness, pulled in half like a doll through the window by the sink, and was never seen again.

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