Today’s the day! My annual anti-Valentine, bad love extravaganza! Come check out all the blood-dripping hearts, poisoned candy and dead flowers over on Facebook!
And be sure to check out the last days of our Bloody Valentine Horror Giveaway as well.
And in honour of the event, here’s a story for you all.
Stay With Me
I whisper his name at night, while the candle burns, while the rain pitter-patters on the roof of the cottage. I whisper his name while I carve, while I sew the stitches. I whisper his name, the name of the man I love.
The man that left me for another.
Under the moonlight I work, weave my magic and remember.
Oh, how he smiled at me, how he made my heart flutter. We laughed, we danced, we strolled the hillside under the moon. I told him stories of my coven, taught him spells. Until she crossed his path.
That dark-haired vixen, daughter of the miller.
She, with her swaying hips and bewitching smile. She lured him from me, and I screamed silently as she stole my life. I watched him laugh with her, hold her parasol as they strolled the town, kiss her under our tree. And I watched, my heart shattering, when they married. I cried for days. Then I dried my tears and planned my vengeance.
First, I poisoned them. I enjoyed seeing the pair suffer, the long slow death my concoction caused, relished in their agony, their pain. I mourned at their funeral, my false face a look of sorrow. Inside I felt joy.
When it was over, when it was done, I dug up his corpse.
Now I spend each night carving out his innards and replacing them with stuffing and magic charms, sewing him whole, under my control, my witchcraft. When I am done, he will love me and only me.
Soon we walk together again, he and I, over our hill, kiss under our tree. Soon we will be together forever.
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