In today’s post, I am going to be sharing a short story with everyone called Deadly Regrets: Witches Of Louisiana. I have the mind to make this a little mini horror series with several installments. Please let me know what you think! All feedback, thoughts, and suggestions are so greatly appreciated!
Please enjoy the stories below!
Synopsis: Kelly’s life was going great until the spoiled girl encounters something beyond her belief when she is uprooted to Louisiana and forced to work in Ms. Claire’s greenhouse for the summer. Will she survive the forces at play?
DEADLY REGRETS: WITCHES OF LOUSIANA
Written by Samantha James
Kelly was annoyed… No, actually she was pissed off. Life was simply unfair and stupid. She had been the most popular student at her old high school and the head cheerleader. All was right in her world. Kelly had been happy.
Everyone loved her because of the blonde hair that laid soft and straight down the sides of her face, with her bright white dimpled smile. Kelly had visited the beach often which had given her California sun-kissed skin. There wasn’t anything about her appearance that wasn’t meticulous.
Perfection was Kelly’s middle name and oh boy did she know it!
The plan was to become a cheerleader for the Dallas Cowboys. They were the sexiest women on the planet according to popular opinion. She would fit in nicely! Kelly had no doubts that this was going to be her future.
It looked bright and promising. Nothing was going to rain on her parade. Kelly would marry rich and travel the world on private planes.
So why was she here?
In the middle of her sophomore year, Kelly’s parents had announced with little to no discussion that they were moving once the school year was over because her father received a promotion at work. The new position required them to transfer to some small parish outside of New Orleans in Louisiana.
This was a nightmare and Kelly felt like her world had ended.
She had been here four weeks already and the summer heat was unbearable. Sweltering sweat dripped down her face and poured to the ground due to the awful humidity. Kelly was literally melting in Ms. Claire’s greenhouse.
It was utterly ridiculous that this was reality. She was in some looser town being forced to labor in a garden. This was way beneath her and downright wrong. Chagrin and sizzling petulance bubbled up to the surface of Kelly’s mind. It was making her a bit snippy. The humidity was getting to her.
“No! No! Kelly that is not the right way” declared Ms. Claire.
“What do you mean!”
“Make sure they do not get too much water. You will drown them!”
“Whatever” mumbled Kelly.
Ms. Claire watched the girl roll her eyes and continue to liberally water the rows of Daisies, Buttercups, and Daffodils without any care. The beautiful ray of colors were being drenched. The light splashes of yellow and pink flowers were now showing signs of grayish water spots. This wouldn’t do.
Ms. Claire set down her little shovel and sighed.
”Stop. I will do that. Why don’t you go bring out some lemonade and the sandwiches I have in the fridge?”
“Who do you think I am ?”
“I am not your maid just because my parents think your too old to be running a green-house.”
Kelly dropped the water pail letting it smash to the ground. The water spilled out when the cap flew under the row that displayed bright red roses. They were Ms. Claire’s best sellers. Kelly had no appreciation for the true and natural beauty that was all around her. No happiness for life at all.
Ms. Claire found the girl’s shallowness to be sad and pathetic. She snapped her fingers in a quick sequence of sound. That ought to rectify the situation she thought with a satisfied smile. An evil grin spreading across her face.
Kelly was in an instant horrified because Ms. Claire had suddenly vanished from the greenhouse. Where had she gone? Her very thoughts seemed to become tangled and muddled. Kelly couldn’t think and was quite confused.
She made her way out and walked the garden’s path toward the main house owned by Ms. Claire figuring perhaps there were answers inside. It was the logical course. Dizziness plagued her walk and she could barely see straight.
The heat must have made her delusional causing her to have an episode brought on by the torturous Louisiana day. There was no other explanation.
That had to be it.
Once she was inside the house, it was easy to see that the halls remained empty. It really did not seem like anyone had been here all morning. This was so strange. In fact, the house looked like it had been empty for years.
“Hello?” She shouted.
There was no answer.
The silence was deafening. Kelly walked down the halls peeking in and out of rooms as she went. There was not a single soul to be found anywhere. The kitchen, sitting rooms, and small study were absolutely abandoned.
Kelly thought she would try the upstairs.
Ms. Claire might have gone up for a rest. As Kelly made her way up the rickety steps something did not feel quite right. This was not fear, foreboding, or intuition. Kelly’s feet and joints hurt. It was hard to ignore.
Each step brought trickles of shooting pain right up to her hip. How odd. She feebly struggled up the steps of the staircase until finally the top of the second floor lay in front of her vision. She was gasping for air at this point.
Kelly, who was out of breathe, wondered at this. Once her breathing stabilized to some degree of normalcy. Kelly decided to investigate the main bedroom. It lay at the end of a small hall that was to the left of the landing.
The door to the room she sought was left slightly ajar, barely opened a cracITk just enough for somebody to peek in. A small ray of light spilled out onto the hall from the room’s window. The curtains laying open to the afternoon.
The closer Kelly got towards the room, an eerie feeling she would never be able to shake off washed over her. The swift thuds of the girl’s heartbeat felt like it was going to crash right out of her chest. The sound was deadly.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Kelly continued toward the room. This was silly and idiotic. She reached the knob with a shaky trembling hand that could barely remain steady long enough to maneuver the door wider. Kelly had no strength to walk.
There was nothing really out of the ordinary in the room itself. A single queen sized bed made out of light wood was the vocal point. The furniture was mostly white. It was clear the furnishings had outlasted their use.
A broken dresser stood to the right under a single large window on the back wall of the room. The drawers did not look like they could open. This however is not what shocked and horrified Kelly. No. Not at all!
It was a mirror.
Standing off to the right between the bed and an old closet door stood a full length vanity mirror. The image staring out at her brought a blood curdling scream out of Kelly’s mouth that would have startled the most unflinching of souls. The sound should have been heard even down the street.
Any sane person would have been alarmed. Cuts began to appear across the girl’s face slowly then more rapidly. Blood dripped violently from Kelly’s eyes and seeped out of her ears. Her bloody eyes rolling up into themselves
The Doors Slammed. Windows banged closed.
Lights flickered off. There was not a sound in the house.
All went silent.
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