What better way to end the year than to turn your perception upside down? WARD http://wp.me/p2iKoL-M2 by Joseph Pinto, this week's newest #horror #fiction from Pen of the Damned.
Worse still than the muffled oppression of the hallway was the medicinal bouquet that squeezed her throat. If she walked much further, she feared she might not draw a breath at all. The clamminess ...
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This week's Scary Saturday Tale is Ward, by Joseph Pinto. The best way for me to describe this great story is to simply say it is a great Psychological Horror Tale in a Twilight Zone mode. Tres cool, huh? I have only included the very beginning here. If you go to the links above, you can read the story in its entirety, as well as more stories from Joe and his zany sidekicks at the Pen Of The Damned, all for the price of free.
WardWorse still than the muffled oppression of the hallway was the medicinal bouquet that squeezed her throat. If she walked much further, she feared she might not draw a breath at all.
The clamminess of their grasp grew uncomfortable. Glancing downward, she caught the shimmer in her daughter’s wide eyes. “It’s okay. I brought you here so you can get better.”
Around them, activity bustled. Behind closed doors nurses vanished, while doctors, studious fresh faces half concealed by clipboards, sauntered by. A shriek sang out – then snipped – suppressed from somewhere down the never-ending hallway. Her eyes darted downward again, but if her daughter had heard, she never let on. The child stared quietly ahead. “Sometimes people here hurt.” Lying would accomplish nothing at this junction. People here did hurt. “But only for a little.”