I'm rubbish at writing full-length fictional stories (all that plot and character development and dialogue, ugh!), but my wild imagination loves showing me little scenes that I sometimes feel the need to write down. My father wrote Lovecraft fanfic before fanfic was a thing, so while I'm terrified of things that go bump in the night, I'm also somewhat fascinated with them. I present a little horror scene that's been knocking about my brain for a few days -- this is as long as it will ever get, and it's unlikely I'll ever write enough for a compilation, so this seems the best place for it. I hope someone out there enjoys it.
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I heard the familiar sound of his truck pulling into the driveway as I was putting away the dishes. He walked in the back door and paused for a quick hug, kiss, and how-was-your-day while rummaging in the fridge for something to nibble on. I told him about my coworkers' latest antics while he scarfed down a bowl of leftover soup and a handful of crackers, and then he bounded up the stairs to take a quick shower.
I gave his soup bowl a rinse, heard the shower start, and was about to go curl up with a book when I heard the familiar sound of his truck pulling into the driveway... again. I watched him walk in the back door and set his lunchbox down on the counter. His eyes met mine, noticed the slightly panicked stare, and he cocked his head to one side in silent inquiry.
"Are you the fake, or is he?" I asked, pointing in the direction of the bathroom, whence came the noises of both running water and slightly off-key singing.
He smiled, displaying teeth that weren't quite human.
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