Short fiction based on an image. 🙂
A warm breeze played over Trevan’s arms as he patiently waits for a bite. He enjoyed fishing in the early evening, watching the stars emerge when darkness fell. Living near Keglan Lake gives him plenty of opportunities, and to wonder about the Keglan House on the island.
As far back as he could remember, no one ever lived there and rumors abounded of people who went to the island and were never seen again. From an attic window a orangish yellow light glowed; day and night. His grandfather told him the Keglan family lved there when he was a kid, the father went mad one night and killed his wife and eight children. Body parts were strewn through out the house. When the police arrived at the house, they found Mr. Keglan sitting naked in a pool of blood in th emiddle of the living, bloody axe in hand. When asked why he killed his family he said “The light told me to.”
Two days later the light appeared in the window The police investigated, but found nothing in the attic to explain it. When they went up there, they needed flashlights to see anything, but once outside, the light was visible. Some say it’s a window into hell, and only those with deep seated evil can enter the room and see what makes the light. Other say it’s the spirits of the murdered Keglan family, forever trapped in the house, the attic room being the highest point they can reach.
A tug on the line recalls Trevan from his thoughts of the Keglan House. Reeling in the hook, something rises from the depths. A skeletal hand is caught on the hook, a high school ring wedged on the remains of the middle finger. Shaking his head he removes the item and tosses it into the large basket at his side. Bones halfway filled the basket, some with flesh still clinging to them, others covered in tattered pieces of clothing.
copyright 2014 Anna Dobritt