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This was my entry for Cracked Flash Fiction Competition on 1 October 2016. I’d been working on  my entry for a horror story competition and the elements of that crept into this story as I wrote it.



By Ronel Janse van Vuuren


‘Welcome, we’ve been expecting you.’

I stepped through the creepy front door, hands clenched inside my cloak’s folds.

‘You may remove your hood,’ the waif-thin man said.

I swallowed and ignored him.

‘This way,’ he swiftly led the way down a dark passageway, bypassing the magnificent staircase swooping to the other floors flooded with light.

We entered a strange room through a non-descript door.

A chandelier of black crystals dominated the room. I tore my gaze away from it; the woman lying on the bed moaned.

I watched her, taking in everything about her – including her extreme pallor.

‘When did the pain start?’ I asked the man who’d shown me in.

‘Half an hour before we sent for you.’

I sighed.

‘Boil water – lots of water. And send in the man waiting in my carriage.’

‘A man?’

‘I’ll need help if I’m going to deliver twins safely.’

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So, what do you think? I listened to The Cure’s Disintegration album while writing this – it’s very dark, yet fun to listen to. I actually had no idea where this story was heading as I wrote it. At first I thought it was going to be a ritual sacrifice or something nearly as sinister.

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