Creepy Little One-Shots

Tapestry

The old woman's fingers flew across the loom. 

Pulling, snagging, twisting, and tying the threads as she went along. The simple strands slowly took on a life of their own as she formed them into a breathtaking pattern that defied the very fact that the old woman was blind. 

For minuets, hours, days she worked. Then she was done. 

With the last knot and a snip the tapestry came free. As the old woman set it on the floor its dizzying pattern solidified, forming the image of a plain wooden door.

 Then the door opened. And out stepped a young girl. Her eyes were the color of honey, the same color as her hair that brushed the shoulders of her black velvet gown which made her porcelain skin look even paler. She stepped off the tapestry gently and the woven door closed behind her not even stirring the cloth.