Paige Ouellette
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The Swedish Woman
Crying, the passengers held each other close as the ship began to tilt and fill. The lights had long since gone out, and they only had each other to hold onto as they awaited their fate. Somewhere off in the distance, a woman began to sing, voices slowly joining hers in unison. Anna and Jonas held each other tightly, his voice whispering an apology as he brushed her hair with his hand, tears streaming down his face. She thought not of her life as a little girl, nor of her mother’s cooking that she loved, or of the man who sealed her fate on the ship, but of her sweet daughters whom she left behind when they began their journey.
By Paige Ouellette4 years ago in Fiction
Rock. Paper. Scissors.
“The little girl’s body was pulled from the lake and rushed to the hospital. She was still alive, but her body ended up being permanently paralyzed. The doctors were unsure how it happened, but chalked it up as a freak accident,” TJ read the article out loud, “The townspeople paid their respects to the family, giving food and gifts. But then one night, when the family put their daughter to bed, they did not realize it would be the last time they would ever see her alive. Cassi Anne’s body was found the next day, in bed, drowned. It was a death that caused a pause in the community, as the source of the water appeared to come from her mouth, but it was decided that she was simply drowned and then placed back in her bed afterwards. There were no words of mourning as the last of the remaining family joined their daughter following rumors of their hand in her death spread throughout the town, taking their lives at the lake where her accident originally occurred. In honor of Cassi Anne, the town has renamed the lake after her, a decision that was split amongst the locals and ultimately decided when put to a vote. But since then, there have been multiple casualties at Lake Cassi Anne that were similar to the little girls, and the mayor has put an official ban on the lake and closed off all access to it,” TJ finished reading the last part of the article, folding the paper in half and laying it down on the table in front of her. Ben, who was not known for paying attention, sat attentively staring at the article, his glasses hanging onto the tip of his nose. “There is no way any of that is real,” he commented after a moment, the faint hint of fear in his voice.
By Paige Ouellette4 years ago in Horror
A Well Cooked Meal
There are many thoughts one has in these types of situations. But there is only one I can hear repeatedly, louder than the rest, 'Where did I mess up?' Staring at the glass cup as it rolls along the floor, resting against the table leg, the contents form a pool around it. The man kneels in front of me, muffling something that I can't quite make out before the room goes black.
By Paige Ouellette5 years ago in Horror
