The Sleep Killer

Photo A.M. Moscoso

We were at a museum and we were taking a long leisure walk through the Chamber of Horrors.

Around one of the corners was an example of what it looked like when someone was walled up alive and died in there.

” If you are really careful you can probably get your phone and hand into that opening and get a picture” Luis said to me.

I looked into the hole in the wall.

” I think you’re right.” I agreed.

I kissed the wall  ( well, I got as close as I could- no lips were actually involved ) and dropped my arm down through the opening and with a few clicks I had my picture.

I checked the little screen and said, ” I can use that for my Halloween stories. ” I said happily.

There was a woman standing behind me. She looked over my shoulder into my camera  and she asked, ” Do you think it’s real?”

” I’m not sure but I do know how to figure it out.”

” How? ” her friend asked.

” Well. You can tell if it’s a real bone by licking it. If it sticks to your tongue its real.”

My family were on their way out of the room before I could answer.

” Have you ever, I mean why would you, really? Where did you learn to do such a thing  ” she asked.

” I learned it in the Girl Scouts. ”

” No you didn’t.”

They laughed- it was a shaky laugh, it was timid, it was music to my ears.

” I’m just kidding, I didn’t learn to do that in Girls Scouts, that’s just crazy talk. I actually learned it on the Girl Scouts.”

Photo A.M. Moscoso
From: Ghostly Walks Tour

Daily Addiction  Prompt: Deprive

 

 

 

The Short Hike

Photo A.M. Moscoso

She could see the top of the hill from where she was- it was covered with long razor sharp grasses and treacherous slick weeds covered with thorns and bugs that smelled like rotten meat if you stepped on them.

Above her the sky was a cool light blue but the air was hot and the Sun was frozen in the sky.

She thought about moving, maybe she’d go ahead and try to get to the top of the hill and leave the thistles and busy bugs and the slow moving stream full of brown fetid water behind her.

Then she blinked and in that single blink the Sun disappeared from the sky.

So did the hill.

So did the bugs.

Relief, she thought.

Something soft and cool settled on her cheek- and clung there like dew on a carpet of rich green grass. A colorless shade fell across her and she almost sighed in relief.

Then from the other side of the cool white shade she was in she heard someone say:

” Looks like she may have slipped trying to get up that hill- the back of her head is almost gone. I wonder what she hit on her way down.”

She knew.

All they had to do was lift the sheet, look into her open unblinking eyes and ask.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

 

Daily Addiction Prompt: Scuttle