ArghhhhhA heady sense of tension saturated the air and a whisper of ill feeling clung to the room. All was still except the dying embers of fire in the open hearth and the delicate tick tock from the clock on the mantle.  A small breath of air from the opened window made the delicate lace curtain dance against the pane and a shudder of fear braced in her chest.  Slowly moving back, with her eyes still fixed, she reached for the window and softly pulled it shut. Not softly enough. As a fluttering of wings grew ever more erratic and an ear piercing scream shattered the calm. “Mummy, the budgie’s on my head”……….

About helenmidgley

Helen Midgley likes to think of herself as a cross between Dawn French and Kate Moss. She has been in the witness protection programme for a number of years and once lived in Brighton as a bearded mechanic called Dave! Her current incarnation is as a part-time Journalism & Media tutor at a small FE College in Yorkshire. She has survived cancer, dandruff and athlete’s foot and has a penchant for black humour and red wine.

6 comments on “Arghhhhhhh

  1. That ending shouldn’t have creeped me out as much as it did. Amazing tension and suspense building.

  2. Oh this made me laugh, well done!

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