A book of strange and unnerving stories. A horror anthology novel filled with stories you send screaming.
Some stories contain graphic material, so those stories will include a warning at the start of it. Reader digression is advised.
Enjoy.
Sunlight peeked into the hotel room as a friendly reminder that it was daybreak. The curtains were drawn, but the sun, brilliant at it was, leaked into the room and shone into the eyes of Mother. But the sun's warm greeting was late, for Mother was already awake with eyes skimming over a copy of the Bible. It was the hotel's bible that they always provide, but Mother claimed it as her own.
"For behold, the Lord will come in fire and his chariots like the whirlwind, to render His anger with fury, and His rebuke with flames of fire," the words rolled off her tongue through chapped lips. She spoke softly for her own ears to listen as to not wake the slumbering sum of children that laid sprawled out on the floor with wool blankets draped along their cavities. She cleared her hoarse voice before continuing. "For the Lord will execute judgement by fire and by His sword on all flesh, and those slain by the Lord will be many." Mother, a firm hand, shut the book and just like clockwork, the room's door opened with a crying creak. Mother averted her eyes in the direction of the visitor to discover Father. Instinctively, she fell to her knees and greeted Father was a bow; her frail arms rising above her head and soon falling to the floor along with her head.
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"Our holy Second Coming, hallowed by thy name-"
"On your feet, sheep," Father thundered after closing and locking the heavy door behind him. Mother didn't hesitate in fear of angering Father even more and jumped to her feet. With the words of God still wrapped in his hand, she shook the children that laid on the floor awake. As they groggily rubbed their sleep deprived eyes, Mother rushed to the window and reeled back the curtains to reveal the sun's warming glow. Father however didn't take kind to these actions. He marched over the freshly awaken children and snatched Mother's feeble wrist. She restrained herself from releasing a cry of agony and allowed Father to take any actions he believed was necessary. He took a harsh grip around the drapes and pulled them back in and mask the daylight.
"We are to not see the Father's welcome yet. Dress the children, I have important news to inform all of you."
"News?" Mother gleefully chirped. "Did the All-Knowing Father speak to you last night? What does He ask of us? Would he-"
"I have given you an order and I suggest you attend to it immediately," Father barked before finally releasing his relentless grip around her wrist. Bruised it now was but he had no time to reflect on the newfound pain.
Mother scurried towards the children of 5 and snatched the blankets off of their bare bodies. "Awaken, little lambs, awaken. Father speaks of a gospel and we must prepare ourselves this instant. Come along, dress yourselves, we mustn't try his patience," she scorned in a delicate tone. The children scrambled around in a chaotic scene of flying blankets and articles of clothing. The children, ranging from four years old to eight, wore identical attires; no one was to stand out more than their fellow brother. A simple red shirt covered by denim overalls was the latest fashion according to them. Once dressed, Mother groomed their hair that the blankets had tangled. Once the children appeared to be clean, Mother believed that they were pure enough to be present in the eyes of Father.
