Tingle

By Elise VanCise

Tingle is a collection of flash fiction with a darker edge of the paranormal, suspense, and horror genres to make a readers spine tingle and provoke the senses and emotions.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Elise VanCise
• Release date: Mar 27, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301173426

Elise VanCise

Elise VanCise, award winning author has been published in both print and digital media. Elise is a Florida Cracker, with a love for adventure and historic places. NaNoWriMo Municipal Liaison for Lake County, Florida, Founder of Lake Writers of Lake County, Florida.

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Tingle

Elise VanCise

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Tingle is a collection of flash fiction with a darker edge of the paranormal, suspense, and horror genres to make a readers spine tingle and provoke the senses and emotions.

ISBN: 9781301173426

Tingle

Copyright 2013 Smashwords Edition by EliseVanCise

All rights reserved except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or part in any form is forbidden without written permission of the author. PO Box 974, Altoona, FL 32702

Table of Contents

The Rosary

Gun

Grave Dancer

Tentacle

Not Real

Coiste Bodhar The Black Coach

Beware the Ides of March

Old Lady Creeper’s Meat Pies

The Watch

Hungry

The Rosary

Father McKenna looked out at the congregation as they stood from their pews to sing with the choir. His eyes slipped shut as the organ notes began to echo though the sanctuary.

The high ceiling echoed with the faith filled voices of those present for mass this night. Did they know? Could they see the difference in him?

His eyes turned to the crowd. Some stood with their hands out palms upward to catch Heaven’s blessings. While others lifted their faces as if God would press his lips to their brow to take the sorrow from their souls.

What of his soul, did it exist or did she drink it with her seductions. He gingerly touched the edge of his collar, grateful it hid his secret beneath. The church faded before his eyes as his mind replayed the memory of last night.

***

He couldn’t sleep, the night was too warm in the rectory. After restless minutes of failed attempts to find comfort, the Father walked out into the garden. He knelt before the stone cross in the center with his rosary.

McKenna bowed his head and crossed himself as he began the prayers. He turned the beads in his fingers as he spoke. Our Father, Who art in heaven. Hallowed be Thy name…

As the words fell into the night, his soul began to calm, his eyes closed as he opened to deity’s touch. The air around him stilled, a dark silence descended. He took a deep breath