Jenna stared down at the baby suckling at her breast. A weary smile curved her pale lips, a mixture of pride and love and exhaustion all jumbled together as she felt the gentle tug of her child nursing hungrily.
But as she watched him, darker emotions cracked through the haze fogging her brain. Confusion. Terror. Memory broke through, but too late. She'd never had a baby, never even been pregnant.
Weak, Jenna melted back into the rocking chair. She cringed as the child's teeth sank deeper into her skin, draining more than mother's milk.
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This started out so sweet then turned scary who's baby is that??? And that last line...is it a vampire baby??? Great Job Kelly
https://vocal.media/journal/what-global-issues-we-are-facing-today
Oh man! That was dark! You have me beat on the horror short, that's for sure. Well done!
wow. That was fantastic
Hahahahahaha this made me chuckle. I loved it!
Oh wow. That was fantastic.
Yikes, brilliant horror twist that makes the skin crawl. Nicely done Kelly!
Wow. This is awesome! Great writing.
Eeeeeeeek!!! 🫣😱👏👏. This was excellent!!
That’s diabolical! Fantastic entry!
Ding ding ding! I think we have a winner 😎