suckers and tentacles for the little fears horror flash fiction, well

Well, Little Horror

She gasped as the tentacle slid around her stomach.

Her husband, that pitiful man, leaned over the top of the well. “Are you OK?”

“I’m fine,” she called back. After all, this was why she’d come here. She smiled as she felt the intense pressure on her stomach and the air leaving her lungs.

“Annie?” came a concerned voice from above.

“I’m fine,” she sighed back, as suckers formed on her fingers.


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