A Horror Short Story
Seemingly more alert, Don looked around. His chest tightened.
“What’s wrong, Don?”
Eyes wide, he asked, “Why are we the only ones in the museum? Have you noticed that? I haven’t seen anybody else.”
Goosebumps broke out on Catherine’s skin. “When we started through the museum the cashier disappeared, too,” she said.
He glanced back at the mannequin. Chills ran up his spine. It was time to go. Then, something caught his attention. He froze.
He stared at the mirror next to the mannequin’s face. It had a smoky substance on it. The smoke dissipated. He swallowed hard.
It wasn’t smoke…the mannequin was breathing.
An eerie whisper escaped its lips. “Blood…I need your blood.” its lips, “I’m coming for you mommy… I’m coooommming for you…” its lips, “I’m coming for you mommy… I’m coooommming for you…”
A door slammed shut. He spun around. Their only exit was the basement door. It was closed. He turned to grab his wife. She was nowhere to be seen.
The wooden floor creaked behind him. Something moved.
Where the hell was Catherine? The floor creaked again. It was subtle. He was afraid to turn around.
It was not his wife’s footsteps. It could only be the mannequin. Then, it touched him.
The hand tightened on his shoulder. He cringed. The hand was cold. The mannequin’s fingers should have been rigid, not limber and soft. Was his wife behind him?
Hesitantly, he turned his head. The mannequin stood before him. Half of her face was broken away. The eyeballs stared at him. A bloody mass of muscle and tissue under human skin was openly revealed on the left side of missing plastic. He screamed.
The other hand reached for him. It was plastic, but it moved more human-like, which scared him even more. He recoiled.
In his haste to get away, he slammed into the wooden wall behind him. The wall shifted. Several pieces of décor and artifacts rained down upon them.
About the Author:
Lynn Mullican was born and raised in Phoenix, Arizona. When not spending time with her family and friends, she locked herself in her bedroom and occupied her time writing. She has written short stories, plays, poems and novels. Until the publication of her first novel, Bad Elements: Crystal Dragon, she has published several poems, including Possession-Obsession, Mother!, A Baby Poem, and several more.
Lynn’s writing is dark, edgy and a bit twisted. Bad Elements: Crystal Dragon is a unique tale of one woman’s journey through the vampire and werewolf infested underground fighting circuit.
Bad Elements: Crystal Dragon created many sleepless nights for her and her husband. On several occasions, she awoke her husband in the middle of the night to write down inspirational ideas, characters and sub-plots. Some nights she would stay up late writing, or lie awake for hours, mulling over ideas in her head. And with that said, Bad Elements: Crystal Dragon was born.
Lynn Mullican is the author of horror, paranormal fiction novel, Sacrificial Blood, and horror, thriller, fantasy, action, fiction Bad Elements series, Crystal Dragon and Blood for Blood.
The third installment in the Bad Elements series, The Hybrid is currently underway. Lynn is currently writing a religious horror, thriller fiction novel, The Shadow of Evil.
Lynn’s influences include; Stephen King, Dean Koontz, Robert McCammon, and Edgar Allen Poe.
Lynn still lives in Phoenix, Arizona with her husband, Patrick. Her three adult children, Cassandra, Bridget and Joeseph, and her three grand-daughters live close to home.