Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy

Awake

April 18th 2017 in Microfiction

The child awoke screaming. “I’m right here! I’m right here!” yelled the mother, running down the hall. She threw open the door to see the rumpled bed and the tear-streaked face, the finger pointing to the corner of the room. “It’s all right,” the mother cooed. “It’s going to be all right.” “Is everything all right?” the father asked, stepping into the room. “It’s all right,” the mother replied. “We’re right here and there’s nothing there.” She did not look; she soothed the child’s brow and pushed back the damp hair. “I’m right here, buddy,” the father said, all of them sitting down on the bed together. “Right here. And there’s nothing … ” He peered into the corner and found a patch of darkness blacker than the surrounding wall. “I’m right here,” the shadow hissed, stepping forward. “I’m right here.”


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