A while ago I started writing this horror story and I have to say, Horror is not a natural genre for me. I am very easily scared and I do not watch horror films or read horror books. As you can guess, writing this has been difficult, but it just seemed to want to be written, as if an unseen hand has been guiding me, forcing me on. There have been long pauses between instalments and I had to stop at one point because I kept having nightmares, full on waking up screaming, wicked nightmares! Later, I will post the final part of the story and then, I hope that whatever has been compelling me to write this story will let me rest and the weight of this burden will lift.
Firstly, if you would like to read the story from the beginning, I have posted the links below:
FOWC with Fandango — Weight