Where did I go wrong, how had I made my folly? These questions berate my mind even now, a week later. I had come early every morning since to wait for Arabella, but she has not shown up this week, most likely too depressed at her loss, at my mistake, my misconception of her relationship with John. In my ill-conceived jealousy, I killed the only family Arabella had, broke her without reason, without thinking.
“How can I go on?” I exclaim at the walls that shun me with their demeaning silence.
“Oh, I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that much longer,” Arabella titters from the doorway, “not at all.” A coy smile sits on her face. Where did she come from? I did not hear the door announce her entrance. What is that in her hand?
“I beg your pardon?” She slinks over to me, sits in my lap and gives me a most enigmatic look.
“Oh the things I have planned for you,” she giggles as a shocking pain ripples through my entire body, a strange sensation spreads through every nerve, quickly turns useless all my functions.
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Misconceptions : Gothic Short Story
HorrorZach Morder is your average boss working an average job, or is he? Convinced he is in love with his employee Arabella Shade, Morder allows himself to fall into a web of misconceptions and inevitably gets his hands a tad dirty while he's at it.
