Saturday Mix – Bastet – March 11, 2017 – The Touch on My Shoulder


This week’s task: the classic Gothic horror genre in 100 words

I wasn’t enthusiastic about investigating the strange happenings in the town cemetery. The flashes of lighting made the tombstones more ominous than normal. I was sure I saw people on the headstones watching me.

I tried to calm myself but the further I went the less confident I became.

It was the gentle touch on my shoulder that did me in. That and the ugly smell that invaded my senses sending my mind into a spin.

Afraid to turn, I ran, tripped and ran again.

I shivered for hours after. The laughter as I ran still haunts me.


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11 Responses to Saturday Mix – Bastet – March 11, 2017 – The Touch on My Shoulder

  1. wordwitch88 says:

    creepy …. and makes me wonder …. what happened?

    why investigating? a dare? job? and whose hand touched?

    just enough ambiance in 100 words to leave one waiting on the possibilities …. which means the mind can run wild in imaginings horrific ….

    good job Michael 🙂

  2. Oh you are so much better at this than me! Great stuff Michael!

  3. mandibelle16 says:

    This is frightening and I think very much a gothic or macabre tale. Not knowing what was behind him laughing is almost the worst because he will always wonder and feel that fear. Great take 🙂

  4. Bastet says:

    Yikes! I’m sitting here in my sunny living-room and I can still see the lightening flashes and hear that creepy laughter … great job!

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