11:33 AM Posted by James Owens

Horror fiction at The Harrow

A Walk in the Park

The next one was a woman, standing stiffly to his right. She was fortyish, wearing a mud-splattered blue dress that once had been long but now was raggedly torn across at the knees. She wore one shoe, high-heeled with thin straps across the toes. A line of what might have been dried blood painted a smudge from the right corner of her mouth to her chin. Her right hand, dangling limply at her side, was dripping. At first Ellis was sure it must be blood, but it was only water, muddy drops gathering on the tips of her fingers and plunging with a just-audible plop to join the puddle beside her foot....