All The Children, Gone, by Hunter Shea, is this week's Scary Sunday Tale! Hunter has a new take on an old urban legend that will grab you. I know you will enjoy it. I just have the beginning of the story below. Hit the link above and read the rest of it. Read more of Hunter's stories while you're at the Pen Of The Damned website. All of them are great and don't cost a single penny. Ooh, la, la.
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All the Children, GoneDiana’s terrified lament sent sharp pricks down my spine, my stomach clenching as if I’d been punched. Leaping from the soft embrace of my easy chair, I ran for the door, spilling the can of beer I’d been holding all over the rug. A sudsy trail marked my progress to the front of the house.
My neighbor was on her porch, screaming incoherently, literally tearing tufts of her curly black hair out at the roots. Her cries had gotten everyone streaming from their houses. I was the closest, and the first to grab her by the shoulders. Her eyes were glassy, overflowing with tears. There was madness in them. Irretrievable madness.
“Diana, what’s wrong?”
Something inside me had an idea as to what had fractured this normally quiet, insular soul. I prayed I was wrong.
Her eyes met mine but there was no recognition. Elsa from across the street sprinted up the stairs. “Can you stay with her?” I said. Elsa nodded, folding Diana into her arms . . .