Amandalynn Lamar
Bio
I'm twenty-nine years old. I live with my husband and my rather electic family of pets. I work full time at Aldi. My passion is writing. I love horror, the paranormal.
Welcome to my little corner of darkness. Please feel free to stay awhile.
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Hidden “Here is the key to the house.” The elderly man holds up a single key on a small, silver ring. The lines at the corners of his mouth shift like molded clay as he speaks, “And the keys to the shop. There is one for the back door, which you can use to enter the shop through the house, and one for the outer front door.” He hands over the ring with the single key and then a similar ring containing two keys. “Now, you will oversee the shop from opening until close, Monday through Fridays. Shop opens at 8:00 am and closes at 5:00 pm. Remember that. Feel free to take a break when needed. I'm not going to hound you on your time as long as the shop is well looked after.”
By Amandalynn Lamar5 years ago in Horror
The Doll
The Doll It was dark. So very dark. Too dark to see, and the silence. Oh, that terrible silence, nothing to hear. Nothing at all. There we lay, piled on top of each other, in what I could only assume was a box. The others, nothing but broken plastic and torn cloth bodies, peeling paint and matted hair. Clearly nothing special about them. No, I could see how someone could just toss them away, but me? How could they just leave me out here in this box, with these broken, useless toys? Hadn't they known there was something special about me? Something to hold on to? Something important! No. I'd been left behind too, like the others. I can't say how long we sat in that box. Days, weeks, months? It felt like an eternity, and I know all about eternities. An eternity of dark silence. That was, until the day I was found.
By Amandalynn Lamar5 years ago in Horror
