Short Horror Stories (Original Works, Mostly)

Elizabeth Lucy

When I looked up at him, he held a smile only the insane could hold. His eyes held a gleam that was unrecognizable; the tips of his mouth almost reached his orbs in an eerie-like manner. "Elizabeth Lucy," he singsonged, his voice wasn't his. Far from it.

He was looking into my eyes and I couldn't look away. Then, his smile quickly vanished and he asked, "What happened?"

I shook my head in dismissal, and tried to ignore the weirdness of that situation. Yet one thing lingered in my mind. And it wasn't the voice.

How did he know my grandmother's first and middle name?

Suggested to me by Sekami!!

Thanks for the suggestion, Sekami!!