FEAR ITSELF
Ken Chandler
Copyright © 2009
A large cloaked figure loomed ominously in my doorway, a deep rattling breath rumbled in its chest. I could sense its gaze piercing the black of the room, scrutinizing me.
I gathered my courage, and remembered something my father had told me. I said, “There is nothing to fear but fear itself.”
A low guttural laugh echoed through the room, followed again by that hideous rattle. In a voice that sounded like dried leaves being dragged across sand it said, “How right you are. He’s in the next room, I’ll get him.”
I gathered my courage, and remembered something my father had told me. I said, “There is nothing to fear but fear itself.”
A low guttural laugh echoed through the room, followed again by that hideous rattle. In a voice that sounded like dried leaves being dragged across sand it said, “How right you are. He’s in the next room, I’ll get him.”
3 comments:
Amusing. You had a typo with "its". You put an apostrophe in it.
"rumbled in the its’ chest" - typo/additional word
very amusing. i laughed.
Thanks, I'll see if I can get my head on straight and clean that up. Feels like someone ran my head (or brain) through a rinse cycle. Ugh!
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