Category: Fiction

A/N: C'mon, you didn't really think I would end it like that, did you? Here's the REAL final part, I hope you enjoy it. It'll give you at least a bit more closure. And while I have your attention: I want to give a HUGE thanks to my writing buddies and editors Meghan and Mikaela, … Continue reading For What Is There To Repent: Part VII (FINAL)

    After what feels like hours, the front door opens. I want to be relieved, but I’m not sure if it’s Ivan or that thing trying to draw me out. Multiple times since I entered the bathroom, it has spoken in a disembodied voice, trying to lure me out, but I have stayed put, afraid for … Continue reading For What Is There To Repent: Part VI

    When I wake up, the sun shines brightly through the windows, indicating that it’s sometime in the afternoon. Ivan shouldn’t be at work too much longer.      I'm glad I slept through most of the day. Staying here alone for that long would have terrified me, no matter what I told Ivan.  I was much more … Continue reading For What Is There To Repent: Part V

    "Babe? What's wrong?"      His mouth opens, but no sound comes out. I turn around to see what he’s looking at and immediately regret it.      There's a creature on the wall. Not standing against the wall, but on the wall, at a 90 degree angle with the floor, all four limbs bent to maintain its grip. … Continue reading For What Is There To Repent: Part IV

    There's a couple blankets and a pillow on the floor next to the bed, like someone slept there. Looking behind me, the other side of the bed is crinkled and messy. That’s strange. If Ivan slept in the bed, who was on the floor?      I don't remember drinking last night, but the terrible pain in … Continue reading For What Is There To Repent: Part III

    "Sometimes I think you're too good for me," I say to Ivan as he comes back in the room, bucket and dirty rag in hand.      "Nonsense," he replies. "I couldn't dream of being with anyone else."      I smile at him as he heads to the bathroom. I hear the shower start, and the water splattering … Continue reading For What Is There To Repent: Part II

I wake to the sound of crying. It’s soft, coming from elsewhere in the house. I look at Ivan. He’s still asleep, his face relaxed. I’m glad the crying hasn’t woken him— Ivan is a real grump when he gets woken up. Carefully, I work my way out from under the tangle of covers, gently … Continue reading For What Is There To Repent: Part I