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| hell on hallowed ground |
It was a dark and stormy night. Good god , June thought not another bloody horror story on a dark and stormy night and threw the book she had picked up back into the box. She moved to the next stall bricka -brack , Oh lovely she thought as she picked up a very gawdy red and purple blouse. moving along she noted that this was the same as last years church fate. She wandered round the rest of the stalls bemoaning each in turn as she passed, who makes marble cake any more ? well that will work another raffle for some old tat.
leaving by the back door her rather nasty frame of mind was lifted slightly by the bright,warm, autumn sun. Wandering around the grave yard reading stones and sniffing flowers she wondered who would bother with her grave? No family to speak off .No friend's ,hardly surprising, considering her nasty tongue that matched her nasty mind. June wasn't an unattractive woman slim long dark hair nice smooth facial features, but the ugly inside seemed to infect the outside so people avoided her as if her aura would burn them.
June had convinced her self that she needed no one and more over wanted no one. Of course she was lying to herself. The hurts of her life had left her hard and and given her self preservation streak a mile wide. Alone in this place June felt her self relax and start to enjoy the pretty in the world. like she would let anyone see that! After a while of wandering June found herself in a part of the grounds that she had never seen before. Odd she thought ,how come I have not seen this before? In front of her was a small cottage like building, maybe a garage? she thought. Creeping closer she could here blacken day by Eldritch playing, blasphemous she thought, approaching slowly the most fowl odour slapped her in the face almost making her retch. She steeled her self against the onslaught on her nose and closed on the door. as the door opened she was faced with the most awful abomination. sitting on a chair was a woman not dis-similar to her self but the poor wretch was covered in at least 50 huge pustules,
June was horrified at the sight and smell. Struggling for something to say. "I live in hell on these hallowed grounds." the woman croaked. " do you like what you see?" I am you picture in the attic" June pulled the door and ran her mind almost snapped, nearly bowling the vicar as she made the front gate. He caught her in his arms and bit her calm. and in a few minutes she had calmed. She didn't dare tell him of the horror in his shed/cottage what ever it was. she just said please help me be better I don't want to be so ..... She looked up into the vicars peaceful eyes ,"come" he said " come help on the stalls ,it is good fun"
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Posted by papabear on 2009-10-28 20:17:47 | Rating: | Views: 31
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