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In the Wee Small Hours of the Night



A bit of super-flash fiction on the act of sleeping….

“Why is this happening?” Mavis mumbled under her breath.

2:35 a.m. Like clockwork. Every night.

She flipped on the bathroom light and winced. It never got any easier. Night after night, she roamed around, trying to figure out the reason why she could not get any rest.

After she flushed the toilet, she stood in front of the mirror and examined her bloodshot eyes. Was it hormones? Stress? Eating spicy food for dinner? What?  She leaned closer to the mirror, trying to get some idea.

Suddenly, a face loomed up behind her, white-fleshed with gaping eye holes and a crooked, fang-laden smile.

She screamed and screamed, just like she did every night, at this apparition in her bathroom.

Then she bolted straight up in bed. Once again, in the wee small hours of the night, she was shaken out of her sleep.

ljg (c) 2013

Image:  Endymion, by John William Godward, from ArtMagick.com

4 thoughts on “In the Wee Small Hours of the Night

  1. Whoa! You’re really getting fast and furious, aren’t you, lol.?

  2. Creepy. I hope Mavis figures out how to dispel that personal demon.

  3. That was creepy! But excellent 🙂

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