There are things you can’t tell people, like ever


There are things you can never tell people, like ever.

Things you bury so deep; things in a well so far down that if you brought them up, their blind eyes would make you look away, make you want to forget what you’ve seen.

Dark, gibbering things. Helpless, screaming, pinned-down things. Things that can’t get away.

Things still there.


I wish I’d never opened that door.



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  1. Ooh, this sent a chill down my spine! Great story! 🙂

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  2. Yeeks! The mind boggles. What really was behind that door…

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  3. Nicely done.
    Interestingly, or otherwise, I did a very similar story here not so long ago.

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    1. Perhaps you inspired me, I enjoy your work!


  4. mandibelle16

    Concise and nicely done. Makes you wonder what is actually in there.

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    1. Had me wondering too 🙂 thanks for reading.

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  5. Oo, I’m getting a super creepy Lovecraft vibe off this one — very effective!

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  6. Jesse Raven

    Just enough – good bit of suspense there!

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  7. WOW! Great story. Love your descriptions and now I want to know more!!!!

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    1. Thanks so much 🙂


  8. That’s brilliant Karen. I love that last line.

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    1. Thanks so much & thanks for reading 🙂

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  9. For your brevity of words you told quite a chilly tale. Nicely done, Karen.

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  10. IfeomaO

    I learned this lesson the hard way. Well written.

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