P is for Petrified

Ally lay on her bed with just a faint streak of moonlight from beyond the windows as her companion.

But not for long.


Slowly the sheets moved, just like the night before.

‘It can’t be happening again’ she thought ‘Oh God! Not again please’.

She clenched her fist, holding the rosary bead and closed her eyes tight.

But God wasn’t around, only the presence that had been tormenting her every night for a year.

A tear escaped her eyes as she felt it over her body again, the incubus.

She couldn’t breathe.

Petrified she wished for morning to come and resolved to leave town forever.

Maybe in the next town, sixth in a year, she wouldn’t be followed by it.

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P is for feeling Petrified….and that’s the tone of today’s tale…


Linking this post for A to Z Challenge. As I promised in the theme reveal post, as part of the Challenge I’m going to write short stories with one or more emotions beginning with the alphabet of the day as the prompt or central idea for the post. Hope you enjoy the challenge!

Linking this to UBC too.

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47 thoughts on “P is for Petrified”

  1. Oh, that is chilling! But anything with ghosts and incubi fascinates me.

    I LOVE this line: "But God wasn't around, only the presence that had been tormenting her every night for a year."

    Very well done! You had me biting my nails and shivering. 🙂

  2. That IS petrifying … can sense her fear.. Wonder what it is following her around.. YEEK…

  3. Scary.. I remember that I once dreamt of something like this. I trained my mind to be strong even in dreams to not let any threaten my peace while it is dark. Nice and deep post.

  4. That is scary story and I love/hate reading horror because although I derive pleasure reading it, the scenes come back to haunt me when I'm alone at house 🙁

  5. That was petrifying indeed. How well you create your stories. There is so much said with such brevity. It truly is an art. 🙂

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