Tarot

This is a short horror story about the Tarot, a nightmarish being of my own invention. Read at your own risk, and to those who do, I hope you'll enjoy it.

published on May 06, 2016not completed

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        Baby cries.
        Mother comes in.
        Baby still cries.
        Mother tries to stop the weeping.
        Baby still cries.
        Mother keeps trying, as Father is asleep.
        Baby still cries.


        Middle of the night.
        Baby still cries.
        He sees a shadow.
        A shadow that isn't there.
        He sees many things that aren't there.
        He sees red.
        And black.
        And things glowing inside the walls.
        He sees through time.
        He sees his mother.
        He sees every part of her.

        Besides the head.

        One morning, baby is five.
        He is alone.
        Father is gone.
        Mother is gone.

        Baby is alone.
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