Rachel Christopher
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Mementos
It was the constant rhythmic clacking that roused her, but the knot of uneasiness in her stomach which woke her. The light above her was dim, cloudy, but even so the immediacy of the light all but blinded her when she opened her eyes. She squinted until they adjusted and was surprised when they finally did. She was on a train. She did not remember getting on a train.
By Rachel Christopher3 years ago in Fiction
The Cabin in the Forest
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The girl sucked in her breath when she saw that unignorable glow emanating from the window that should have been empty. There was nothing else around to mistake it for as much as she wished she could. It was that window, that candle. She looked above to see the sun slowly setting over the mountain and her eyes went wide.
By Rachel Christopher4 years ago in Fiction
When The Night Falls
The Night. It is tradition. I will not break tradition. I am not sure how long the town has stood, but it is old - I know this. Decrepit buildings and dilapidated docks stretch far into our little lake, some collapsed, forgotten, some still used daily by the fishermen going up and down, sunrise to sunset... even those most trafficked still on the brink of collapse, somehow held together by ramshackle boards and old rope. More are forgotten than not. A simple life for simple people.
By Rachel Christopher4 years ago in Horror
