V. N. Czernova

The house is finally silent. 
          Bones have turned to dust. 
          She sleeps in what once was her daughters’ chamber, now cold and destroyed by time itself. 
          But do not mourn. 
          Other doors creak open. 
          Other screams can be heard. 
          Other stories crave to be unearthed.
          
          -V.N. Czernova

Soon, the rivers will whisper a name once drowned.
          The shadows have spoken. Beware.
          For your own sake, perhaps you best remember how to swim…
          The river keeps no mercy, only memory.
          
          Until the waters still,
          
          V.N. Czernova

The Curse of the Vurdulak now climbs among the cursed. #19 in #shorthorrorstories.
          
          Read, if you dare.
          
          V. N. Czernova