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Mommy-Girl: Horror Flash Fiction by cam

Updated on July 15, 2016
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Chris has written more than 100 flash fiction/short stories.Working Vacation took 21st out of 6,700 in the 2016 Writer's Digest competition.

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Baby Amy slept peacefully in her crib, safe in the house of her adoptive parents. Deborah tiptoed across the carpet to the doorway. It was hard to believe that just a few weeks before, a young girl had given birth to this baby in a dark alley and bled to death on the grimy pavement. Tenants in the apartments along the alley had called 911 when the heard the baby crying. Deborah looked over her shoulder at Amy one more time and pulled the light switch down.

She flipped it back up and spun around to face the crib. When the light went out, she had seen someone standing at the foot of the crib. It was impossible. No one else had been in the room. Deborah checked the baby. She turned around and pressed her back into the side of the crib. Her hands gripped the top rail like vices. The walk-in closet was the only hiding place. Music from the television drifted into the room through the open door. She sucked air into her asthma scarred lungs and opened her mouth to cry out to Randal. But no sound came from her constricted throat.

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Terror glued her to the rail, but protecting her baby from harm crowded fear, along with caution and reason, out of her head. She inched toward the closet door with her hand outstretched toward the knob.

“Deborah?” Randall stood in the doorway.

She swung her head toward him. The whites of her eyes formed perfect rings around blue irises. She pointed toward the closet door. “Somebody,” she managed to squeak. The baby slept on.

Randall crossed the room and held Deborah’s arm to steady her. “My gun,” he whispered. Deborah pulled away and headed for the door.

“I’ll get it,” she croaked as she stumbled from the room.

With his feet set wide and arms held out as if to challenge the intruder to a wrestling match, Randall waited. Deborah charged into the room and pointed the handgun toward the closet. Randal had taught her how to use the weapon, and she was actually quite good. He nodded his agreement, then crept forward. Deborah’s asthmatic wheezing located her directly behind him. He gripped the door knob and jerked his hand away. “Cold,” he whispered.

Deborah wrinkled her forehead, but she grabbed a disposable diaper from the box under the crib and tossed it to her husband. He wrapped the diaper around the doorknob, twisted and pulled until the door opened with the sound of air being sucked from the room. An icy haze hung suspended in the closet, which flowed out across the floor of the nursery.

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Movement in the mist caused them both to gasp. Deborah fired the gun, and Randal fell to the floor. The form of a girl stepped forward. Frosty billows rose around her matted hair. A pale face with dark circles under bloodshot eyes tilted toward the man lying in a pool of blood. Deborah screamed and fired again, this time hitting the creature in the chest, but with no effect.

“I’ve changed my mind,” came the raspy voice. “I want my baby back.”

“But, but, you’re….dead,” said Deborah.

The mommy-girl bolted toward the woman who had taken her baby. Deborah’s scream was cut short by a jolt of pain that shot through the front of her skull. She collapsed, unconscious, onto the carpet.

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Deborah sat on the cold, concrete floor picking at a loose thread on her orange jumpsuit. No one had bought the ghost story, not the Judge, not the jury, not even her own attorney. What they had no trouble believing was the evidence of the dead body of her husband with a bullet hole in the back of his head. No one had an explanation for the disappearance of the baby, but theories would eventually lead to charges, she had no doubt.

Deborah had few friends among the female inmates. Nobody seemed to care for a baby killer. Someone else dressed in orange sat down next to her, but Deborah wasn’t in the mood for visiting. She pulled her legs in close and rested her forehead on her knees.

“Want to see my baby again?” said the raspy voice.

Deborah’s head snapped back and bounced off the concrete wall. The mommy-girl held the naked infant up. Its neck twisted. Its head turned. Red sunken eyes looked into Deborah’s eyes. The creature pulled its lips back to reveal tiny pointed teeth, and it hissed like an angry cat.

Blinding pain erupted in Deborah’s forehead, but this time the bulging blood vessel ruptured.

The woman’s shoulders slumped and her head fell forward. The mommy-girl and her baby sank into the floor and laughed as they disappeared from sight.

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      Chris Mills 10 months ago from St. Louis, MO until the end of June, 2017

      Winged, This one scares me too. haha. I'm glad it's having the desired effect on an experienced reader and writer such as yourself. Thanks for the comment. "Holy.... sshh.... crap!" Awesome.

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      William Thomas 10 months ago from That Great Primordial Smash UP of This and That Which Gave Rise To All Beings and All Things!

      Wow, Cam! When I finished reading this, I literally said to myself, "Holy.... sshh.... crap!" Genuinely scary! I'm going to have a hard time getting this one out of my head.

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      Shauna L Bowling 11 months ago from Central Florida

      Wow, Chris. Talk about creepy - and scary. This has the makings of a Stephen King movie!

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      Chris Mills 11 months ago from St. Louis, MO until the end of June, 2017

      Wicked is right. Well, she got her baby back.

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      Deb Hirt 11 months ago from Stillwater, OK

      Something wicked in the darkness, for sure.

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      Chris Mills 12 months ago from St. Louis, MO until the end of June, 2017

      Thank you, Frank. I would still like for you, Jodah and me to do a story together. I think it would be a lot of fun.

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      Frank Atanacio 12 months ago from Shelton

      Cam this was refreshingly creative... awesome my friend.. just love the idea too.. :)

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      Chris Mills 12 months ago from St. Louis, MO until the end of June, 2017

      Ruby, the best compliment a writer can receive, and I think all my HP friends would agree, is for the reader to want more. Thanks for being here today.

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      Chris Mills 12 months ago from St. Louis, MO until the end of June, 2017

      Larry, I like that combination....disturbing/thrilling. Thanks for reading.

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      Chris Mills 12 months ago from St. Louis, MO until the end of June, 2017

      Bill, a good shiver is the ultimate goal in this genre of horror. Nice to see you here today.

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      Chris Mills 12 months ago from St. Louis, MO until the end of June, 2017

      MizBejabbers, thank you for that compliment. Original is hard to do these days when it seems everything has been done. But we keep looking and dreaming. Thanks for reading.

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      Chris Mills 12 months ago from St. Louis, MO until the end of June, 2017

      Manatiti, The only limits are what we place on our imaginations. That goes for poetry as well as fiction and horror I believe.

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      Chris Mills 12 months ago from St. Louis, MO until the end of June, 2017

      Venkat, Horror is something I've always enjoyed reading, so writing it is a challenge I enjoy taking up. Thanks for reading this horrific story.

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 12 months ago from Southern Illinois

      Wow, I have thought about foster care for a child in need, but I think I will think awhile longer before I commit. This was scary! Your stories are always interesting and have that special something to want more. Bravo!!

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      Larry Rankin 12 months ago from Oklahoma

      Very disturbing and thrilling.

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      Bill Holland 12 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Well that was freaky! I do believe I felt a shiver pulse through my body at the end.

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      MizBejabbers 12 months ago

      This one is a winner. It is very original and not a regurgitation of an idea from someone else's work. You write well, too.

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      manatita44 12 months ago from london

      Wow! You do make them up, Bro. What a great yet gruesome tale. One from Alfred Hitchcock's. Brilliant!

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      Venkatachari M 12 months ago from Hyderabad, India

      It's horrific indeed. But exciting and interesting. Enjoyed it. You are good at horror stories.

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      Chris Mills 12 months ago from St. Louis, MO until the end of June, 2017

      Eric, I think I wrote this one about one year ago. I have just rewritten it, so it should read a little better. Other than that, it is as horrifying as ever in terms of content. Thanks for reading and for the comment about the writing. Much appreciated.

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      Eric Dierker 12 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Totally wicked dude. Well that one will haunt me for awhile. I will have to think about sharing it with anybody.

      Great writing as usual.

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