R. D. Scott-Taggart
Bio
An author in her mid-twenties with a love of all things, dark, creative and fictional!
Stories (3/0)
The Knock
Henry Carter froze at his desk, the candle flickering next to him after his sharp intake of breath. His heart pounded against his chest and his lungs felt as if they would burst from the tight hold he kept on his breath, ears straining to hear in the silence, eyes searching in the darkness pressing against the feeble glow of his candle. He had heard it, he was certain he had. Admittedly, he had been dozing off as he finished writing down his story in the journal. He wouldn’t put it past himself to be imagining it. It was a sound that had haunted his dreams since he returned from his expedition to the Arctic; the wailing and the dreaded words, garbled and perverted by the nature of the one who spoke them.
By R. D. Scott-Taggart6 years ago in Horror