Forgiveness

I watched the hand curl around the door, the long fingernails digging into the wood. In the shadowy moonlight, I could see the knuckles turning white. The door creaked. It was standing half ajar, but I was sitting in the dark, hidden away from the outside. All I could see was the door. The door and the hand curled around it. And of course the shadow. It was so huge, it almost occupied the entire doorframe, the hulky shape blocking out the moon.

I shivered. I didn’t know what to do. My teeth were clamped together so hard, my jaw hurt, but I knew they would chatter as soon as I opened my mouth. It was so cold here. The floor was so cold, hard and wet. The hand moved a fragment of an inch, barely noticeable, but I was so fixated on it, I noticed it. The door creaked once more, now slowly opening wider. I wanted to scoot further into the corner I was in, but there was nowhere to go.

That was when the screaming started. Thousands of voices around me, begging for forgiveness.

© 2017

FFfAW, Week of September 5, 2017

Photo prompt provided by artycaptures.wordpress.com

8 responses to “Forgiveness”

  1. Chilling story with a great twist at the end! Great story!

    1. Thank you – I’m glad you enjoyed it 🙂

  2. That was unanticipated. Well done.

    1. Thank you!

  3. You created great images through your descriptions..beautifully done and the ending, yes I agree chilling.

    1. The picture simply called for a chilling tale… Thank you!

  4. That was spine-tingling. Well done on setting the eeriness perfectly.

  5. Terrifying scene. Great writing.

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