11/04/2023 Writing Prompt Of The Week Response 

Hello everyone and welcome back to this blog! This is my first response to our weekly writing prompts and I’m excited to share with you what I wrote. To find the initial prompt post that this response is based on you can find it here.

I took about 10 minutes to write this so it’s not a long read. I definitely wanted to give it some more time but between the blog and the novel I’m writing, I just couldn’t find the time. Nonetheless, I had a lot of fun with this and it was nice to break away from what I’ve been writing.

This took a horror-like approach (hence the creepy door image on this blog post) which is not the genre I typically write in so I was really pushing my limits in a new direction. I will say though it was a fun write.

Ok without further ado here is the response! 

11/04/2023 Writing Prompt Of The Week Response 

She approached the unfamiliar door, nervously removed the key from her pocket, took a deep breath, unlocked the door, paused, and swung it open. To her horror, she discovered herself—another version, but with a sinister smile etched across her doppelganger’s face. The shock immobilized her, locking her gaze with the mirror image that seemed to know something she didn’t. 

“I must be dreaming,” she whispered to herself. The parallel version of her existence extended an arm toward her, clutching a note. Fear paralyzed the woman, freezing her in place. Slowly, she reached out to take the crumpled paper from the outstretched hand. Her hands trembled as she unfolded the note, and the words etched on the paper unveiled themselves, causing her heart to sink with horror.

“We know you,” the note read, its cryptic message revealing nothing more. When she turned to face the mysterious being again, she realized she was alone in the room, confronting only a blank wall. “We?” she thought to herself, confusion clouding her mind. A loud bang echoed from upstairs, accompanied by the cry of a baby.

“Charlie!” she exclaimed frantically, rushing towards her child. In the nursery, she saw the back of her husband, holding the baby and rocking him. Something felt off. “Dan?” she said cautiously. He turned, unveiling the same sinister smile she had encountered earlier. Putting a finger to his lips, he shushed her without uttering a word.

“Let go of my baby,” the woman demanded, but the man remained silent, his unsettling smile never fading. Behind her, a creaking sound emanated from the floorboard. As she turned, a figure struck her over the head.

She awoke to blurry vision, attempting to move but realizing she was tightly bound. “Charlie!” she yelled, scanning the area, but there was no sign of anyone. Struggling in vain, her vision gradually cleared, revealing an outdoor setting with a controlled fire in front of her. Desperation in her voice, she screamed, “Let me out!”

Footsteps approached, growing louder, and five hooded figures emerged, one of them holding Charlie. “Don’t hurt my baby, please!” she begged. A hooded figure stood before her, and as the others surrounded her, she recognized her sister, Veronica, beneath one of the hoods – though Veronica’s face lacked the sinister smile the others wore.

“Veronica?” the woman questioned.

 “Hi Kathy,” Veronica responded. 

“What’s going on? Why are you doing this? Let me ou—” Veronica silenced her with a slap across the face. Stunned, Kathy turned to her right, remaining silent. Veronica grabbed her chin, forcing her to face her.

“I’m sorry, but this is what needs to happen,” Veronica explained. Kathy retaliated by spitting in her face, but Veronica, visibly annoyed, simply wiped it away. “Oh, Kathy,” she sighed. “You’ve always been a fighter.” Veronica took Charlie from the hooded figure and began rocking him back and forth.