H Zane Herrington
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Grandmother And Her Demon
Old Pema shuffled around her kitchen feeling her way through. At a soft volume, latin metal music hummed through her record player. And although she didn't understand the lyrics she played it to feel closer to her grandson. She smiled while carrying her tea and scones back to her sitting room, unfortunately on her way she bumped the record player causing it to skip and repeat a verse over and over. She grumbled to herself as she set her snacks down to fiddle with the repeating record. Unbeknownst to her as she fussed a portal sprung open behind her. Through this gate a grotesque, gnarled arm reached out. Black claws extending from slick leathery fingers. Another arm protruded and both found hold of the wooden floor, together they pulled a creature from depths no human should ever encounter.
By H Zane Herrington4 years ago in Horror