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Macabre Tales
Macabre Tales
Macabre Tales
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Macabre Tales

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Faustina is a fresh voice with a knack for drawing out the strange and astonishing possibilities of a world where things are not always what they seem. The stories are different, but they have one thing in common—they all leave you with goosebumps.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateSep 18, 2017
ISBN9781370458516
Macabre Tales
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Faustina Anciute

I'm a young artist that likes all things colorfully macabre and surrealist cinema and lives surrounded by plants and non human animals. I'm studying painting but I enjoy experimenting with different techniques and medium. Writing is definitely a medium I enjoy to share my thoughts on arts and my life in general.

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    Macabre Tales - Faustina Anciute

    Macabre tales

    Copyright 2017 Faustina Anciute

    Published by Faustina Anciute at Smashwords

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    Table of Contents

    Don’t forget to turn off the faucet

    The gift of sight

    Just like me

    Knock Knock

    You wouldn’t

    It’s alive!

    Dreaming of water

    They’ll come on Sunday

    The subject

    Don’t forget to turn off the faucet

    Slow, persistent stream of carmine red fluid rushed down the walls. The liquid substance clearly ran down from upstairs. Jack, living in an apartment building that hasn’t been renovated since the sixties, was used to occasional annoyance. The rent was low enough for Jack to afford out of his miserly pension. The news on TV blabbered on in the background as Jack stared at the wall. The deep red liquid eerily reminded of blood.

    Eh, must be rusty pipes, Jack mumbled to himself.

    The white flowered wallpaper turned wine colored with greater concentration toward the ceiling.

    Pushing his chair back from the table, Jack, left his unfinished breakfast, threw on a jacket and climbed up the stairs.

    Miss, are you all right, He asked knocking on the door. Silence. He knocked two more times before quitting and returning to his apartment.

    Miss Alice Greenwood was generally a quiet tenant. She was a med student in her last year. As far as Jack remembered, Alice wasn’t much of a party girl. She spent most of her evenings with books, preparing for the final year of her medical studies. She was a friendly and helpful soul and would sometimes get groceries for Jack when the humidity affected his joints.

    Dan, I appreciate you as a friend but nothing more than that. I just want you to know, Alice had politely told him. She decided to have that serious talk with a fellow student after he’d brought her an expensive bouquet of red roses.

    But we go out together almost every weekend, Dan said confused and hurt.

    I’m very comfortable in your company and you’re a really nice guy, Alice said firmly. I can’t really change my feelings. I have so much going on with my medical career. I hope we can still be friends, Alice said this while putting a hand on his arm. She meant it to be consoling. He took it as another mixed signal.

    Dan didn’t realize he was unconsciously balling his hands into fists. He believed Alice had led him on. He was sure she had acted like they were more than friends. One again, someone had toyed with his emotions. He felt like yelling at her but decided it’d be best to keep his calm. He smiled and assured her they could be friends.

    Alice remained her usual friendly self which confirmed Dan’s feeling that Alice was confused and lost in her own feelings. He felt sure she had strong feelings for him—feelings she just hadn’t realized yet. After class one warm summer night he walked Alice home and gave her no signal that he still felt they were a pair.

    Here we are, he said. You get a good night’s rest. Sweet dreams.

    Alice’s smile confirmed his theories.

    With each passing day, Dan grew more and more obsessed with Alice. At one point Alice noticed him getting too involved again and she backed him off. Once Alice got fed up with the amount of his attention, he started to be more secretive about it.

    A very old strong oak tree grew adjacent to Alice’s building. Its branches soared into the night sky. Past Jack’s apartment, past Alice’s apartment and well on past the roof of their building. Odd that a tree, so old, so gnarly and so out of direct light could grow to that impressive height.

    One night Dan arrived at Alice’s building unannounced and climbed the old tree unseen in the darkness of the night. Alice, propped up on two pillows, back against the headboard was reading in bed. The glow of her bedside lamp illuminated her peaceful face. Her thoughts buried in the book, she smiled occasionally realizing she

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