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.’
‘Boil water – lots of water. And send in the man waiting in my carriage.’
‘I’ll need help if I’m going to deliver twins safely.’
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.