MIMIC: American Horror

By Angel Berry

After surviving the war in Vietnam, Mike Erickson and his family are relieved that he's finally home, but his happy homecoming is short lived after his 14-year old son, Cole, is attacked in the woods while playing with friends.

Mike and his wife are beside themselves as they realize that their son has been possessed by a demonic force, and with nowhere else to turn, they seek help from an unlikely, ancient source...the Mimic

"MIMIC: American Horror" is a short story from the upcoming novel "Horror Classics" by Angel Berry

• Language: English
• Publisher: Angel Berry
• Release date: Aug 19, 2016
• ISBN: 9781536568448

Angel Berry

Angel Berry is a court reporter from Detroit, Michigan. She enjoys writing as a hobby.

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Then Satan entered into Judas called Iscariot... – Luke 22:3

Topeka, Kansas 1971

DAY 1

He’s home, mom! He’s home!

As Cole shot out of the house to meet his father, Lilly stayed behind, watching through the window as her husband limped from the military vehicle and up the walk leaning heavily on crutches and she sighed with relief. Mike’s three tours in Vietnam had left her nerves raw, but now he was finally home and she would spend no more restless nights robbed of sleep because she could only stare up at the ceiling clutching wet tissues while praying for her husband’s safe return. The fact that he had been injured caused her no stress. She would have willingly sacrificed both of his legs to have him alive and home for good.

She quickly checked her reflection in the mirror as the sound of Cole’s endless chattering met her ears. She was self-conscious about her hair. Instead of the strawberry-blonde curls that Mike would remember, she now wore her hair in a boy cut that Cole had assured her didn’t take away from the prettiness of her face. She had lost a little weight, but the indigo dress she wore complimented the blue of her eyes and she hoped that Mike wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off of her.

She turned as Cole stumbled up the stairs and into the house with Mike’s bag jabbering non-stop, and tears sprang to her eyes as Mike hobbled in, apparently in pain but determined not to show it. In spite of his obvious discomfort she threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her head against his chest.

There she is, he whispered into her hair.

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