Horror Stories from Horrified - Volume One (2)

The chur ch was emer ging now , and a r ook was caw ing somew her e in the
gr ounds. The Chur ch of the Immaculate Passion. He passed thr ough the gate and
the pebbled path that led to the main entr ance clicked under foot. He follow ed it for
a few paces befor e cutting acr oss the gr ass, cir cling r ound to the r ear of the
building. He w eaved his way betw een slanting headstones and made his way
towar ds her. He came up quietly and stood for a few moments, hear t in his thr oat,
befor e softly saying, ?Hello, Mum.? The r ook caw ed again, fur ther away now. ?I?ve
br ought some flow er s,? he said, feeling a little foolish; but he laid them dow n all the
same, in fr ont of her headstone.
*
I am I am I am
I am a ghost, of sor ts. Existing inside a pr e-bir th memor y that is never called
upon. I am par t of a r eptilian br ain. What r emains of me is that par t w hich w ent
w ith my br other w hen w e w er e expelled. We w er e split and moulded fr om the
same mater ials. I cour se thr ough his blood and sw ell in his chest and thud in his
ear s, but he cannot hear me.
He is for getting.
*
Cassy noticed a differ ence in him almost str aight away ? nothing dr astic, but a
little something, nonetheless. A few days passed befor e she could put her finger on
w hat it was, though. They w er e out for the evening, some small pub on the way to
see a movie, and he was saying: ?I?m r emember ing so much mor e about her since I
w ent to her gr ave. It?s like I?d locked myself out fr om my ow n childhood, but it?s all
coming back now , y?know ? The good times.? That was w hen she r ealised: He?s not
frowning.
Over the next few months, his smile came mor e easily; she found ways of getting
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