Coffins for the Veiled Lady
She could never have children of her own, and it drove her to suicide. Now, I leave small white coffins for her, because I owe her my son’s life…
She could never have children of her own, and it drove her to suicide. Now, I leave small white coffins for her, because I owe her my son’s life…
I wondered where the black eyed ghost was and where she’d gone. My brother told me that he’d saved me, but I still believe she’s out there – waiting.
While I sipped my tea, I heard tapping on the glass door. At first I thought it was a branch from one of the trees. I went over to the door slowly, dropping my tea as a flash of lightning lit up the patio, revealing a figure at the door.
They told us never to go near that old farmhouse, even the insects and the rodents avoided it. After the things we saw inside, I wish we had obeyed.
It was supposed to be a fun and relaxing weekend, but then the woman with the knife appeared.
My flesh slowly crept over my body as he began to stroke my hair – smiling maniacally and panting like a dog. I began to cry and begged him to let me go – even though he wasn’t stopping me – I felt rooted to the spot.
I stayed up until dawn. I never saw him again and can’t explain what happened. Ever since then, I’ve been afraid of fog, the dark, and strange men.
Then the police arrived. They never found the slithering monster and thought I was crazy. I wish that was the case, as it would’ve been easier to believe!
If the new family next door actually had a miscarriage, then how come I could hear a baby crying every night? I regret going next door to investigate.
The next day, she didn’t return to school. Unfortunately, I never heard from her again.