Adelheid Berg
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Stories (2/0)
Not Dottie
If there was anything Abigail loved more about her job at the aquarium than scuba diving with the sharks, it was working the late shift all alone. After the visitors and front of house teams had departed, the muzak had been shut off and the lights dimmed, she could focus on her work and the animals. Plus a couple times each night she was literally empowered to do nothing but log the status of the exhibits. She was given a checklist and a few basic tools and a flashlight to use. From her walk through of the submerged tunnel with the silently moving sharks, rays, red drum, jacks, and sea turtles casting ever fluctuating shadows all around her, to her temperature and pressure checks in the loud, but static, pump room, she was left to her own devices. Heaven.
By Adelheid Berg3 months ago in Horror
None So Blind
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Paige stood in the clearing, seeking light, but anticipating only darkness and a lonesome, cold, damp walk home. As she waited in the quiet, she heard the strike and sizzle of a flame being born, and then, as if it had always been, the candle beacon glowed to life. Paige watched, amazed.
By Adelheid Berg8 months ago in Horror
