Lemora
Can’t say Ah feel bad… but then again Ah can’t say Ah feel so good neither.
At first, Ah worried that Ah had ketched the “Virus” everybody was talkin’ about these days – but my symptoms jest didn’t add up.
Ah didn’t have no dry cough or temperature… Ah was jest tired all the time.
Every mornin, Ah’d git up feelin’ like Ah got no sleep.
My dreams were filled with red painted lips… the color of blood.
Thar are shadows of animals that prowl around me in the dark jest in the periphery of my vision. Ah can’t see ’em – but, Ah know there thar.
Ah’m surrounded by pale faced haunts that would love nothin’ better than to tear me to pieces – leavin’ nothin’ but bloody hunks o’ meat.
Then thar is the howl of a wolf who’s soul is in torment, the chittering sound of bats and the shriek of carrion birds.
Like a summoned infernal Angel – Lemora appears – and all the creatures of evil fall silent.
She is clothed in darkness, her complexion is pale but, her red lips are full with life – as if any moment a droplet of blood might escape the corner of her mouth and cascade down chin staining her decollete.
She takes me by the hand and we fly – till eventually we arrive at an ancient house that burns with candlelight.
Assembled are hundreds of folks whose skin is devoid of any color. Although thar clothes are fine they reek of the grave.
I’m introduced to various guests by Lemora. And although they are polite – they stare at me with avarice and hate.
Ah’m pointedly ignored as it seems they are havin’ a fancy wine tastin’ party for members only.
“An Excellent vintage,” they whisper to each other in the crowded room.
As the crowd parts – Ah see a dead corpse bein’ drained of it’s blood….hung up like a pig in a slaughter house.
The draining corpse is an old man with my face.
Ah awake in an ice cold sweat with the sound of hellish laughter ringin’ in my ears.
About this Story:
I thought I’d offer you, Folks, another Horror Story since Halloween was yesterday. Just to keep the spooky vibe going. The story is meant to be read with backwoods country dialect – so those are not typos ie “Thar,” “Ah,” “Ah’m,” “Jest,” etc. – they are rural pronunciations to the words – “There,” “I,” “I’m,” and “Just.”
