My wife comes down from the stairway. She has grown pale since that day, but I still love her. And she is still just as beautiful as ever to me.
Yes, I might be unable to hold her face in my hands, caress her gentle body, or feel her touch on my skin, but I don't care. I still never want her to leave.
The people of the town hate us, calling her a demon and blaming me for enabling her existence. But they don't understand. I'll never leave her, and I'll never let them take her away from me.
Horrorshow about 5 years ago
I like this and I think it merits a much longer short story. I'm interested to learn more about the characters.
Brandon Sutton about 5 years ago
I'll consider that for the future. Honestly, I have a part of one of my longer story ideas that is similar to this one, but I can certainly write a short story strictly based around the people (and undead) in this story. Thanks for the comment!