My horoscope says that if there's something I've been keeping bottled up, today is the day to uncork it and do some sharing. I'll try not to blether; I've been wanting to tell you this for a long time. And if I don't, it might just well be the death of me.
I know you see me as an average Joe, just hitting life's milestones, and if I keep up the pace, the next thing is to find a girl and settle down. What I need to tell you is that I've already got someone.
She's called Agnes, and I've kept her hidden because she's... she's... not like you and me. When I was little, I thought Agnes was my imaginary friend—she never let me touch her, and anyway, who in their right mind would believe the olive-skinned girl who slept under their bed, scantily clad in animal hides, was anything but a figment of their childish imagination?
But alas, Agnes has been with me all these years, watching out for me and keeping me on track. The biggest change in our relationship came when I finished university and she graduated from the floor to my bed—that was when I found out she's cold to the touch, bitter cold.
The horoscope also said chaos may be a necessary byproduct of sharing this. And it is right, horribly right. Agnes says that she has finally created in me someone she is proud to call her betrothed.
Sounds like you and her on the same page, right? Yes and no. Come the end of the month, she wants to take me up Slemish, right to the summit and put her spear into my heart. She says it is the only way I can cross over and be with her and her kind.
I think it's the most bonkers thing I've heard in my life. I've no choice though because if I turn her down, she's going to spear everyone I know and love... and you're top of the list.
So, should I stay or should I go?
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31 Days of Spooky Tales
HorrorA spine-tingling collection of bloodcurdling microfiction inspired by the "30 Days of Spooky Tales" prompts offered up by the @adultfiction, @ChickLit, @MicroBytes and @Paranormal profiles.