This is one of Teresa’s daily prompts:
Prompt A (genre challenge): Witches (horror sub genre)
Prompt B (sentence starter): “Curfew was three hours ago!”
Prompt C (photo): Image by Michael Gaida from Pixabay
It had been such a wonderful night.
Jeb had been romantic and loving, just as she’d planned.
She snickered to herself. There was life in the old crock pot yet, and the secret of eternal youth was hers for the taking. Jeb sure did taste good, though his blood was a bit on the salty side. Still, there was plenty of it, and plenty of him, so she had a good reserve store for the time being.
Mam would be tucked up in bed, so she could creep in unnoticed. The old bag of bones was past caring about her anyway.
She was just about to insert her key in the lock when the door changed texture and she was faced with a solid metal frame and unfamiliar door knocker.
It came to life and boomed
‘Curfew was three hours ago! Where have you been?’
Win stepped back sharply. This was totally unexpected.
‘Don’t bother lying. I know about Jeb and your plans. You’ll have to pay to come home.’
‘What the hell does that mean? I live here!’
‘Not unless you cough up……………’
Win thought for a minute. This was not going at all to plan, and she had to get inside to preserve her precious burden.
‘OK. OK. How much?’
Mam cackled as the metal rusted in front of Win’s eyes.
‘I don’t want money. I want a share. You’ve said yourself, there’s plenty of him. Gimme some.’
This is so gruesome. Perfect for the prompt
Ha! Thanks Sadje.