Dark Aeons by Z. M. Wilmot

Author:Z. M. Wilmot
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Horror, collection, (¯`'•.¸//(*_*)\\¸.•'´¯), disturbing, short stories, weird fiction
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Sally

Sally Whitehouse was not a witch. She may have looked like one, dressed like one, and acted like one, but she was most certainly not one. It had wounded her deeply when the accusations had first been thrown about the town, and she had vehemently denied the validity of the rumours whenever they were put in front of her. Her subsequent haughty dismissal of both rumours and rumourmongers did nothing but fan the flames of the libel making its way around the small town.

In her last days on this earth, Sally became more and more isolated from those around her, spending all the day in her run-down house at the corner of Beck Street and Rhodes Way. She scarcely ever emerged, and those few who dared pass by her abode swore that they heard her wailing and chanting foul words, whilst an evil presence encircled the house.

On the fourth of May, the people of the town decided that they had tolerated her presence for long enough. Five children had vanished in the three months prior, and all fingers pointed to Sally. She was prone to night-time walks, dressed all in black, and was frequently spotted bringing magical herbs into her home. Most incriminating of all was the wart upon the left side of her slightly hooked nose; none but a witch was marked by the Lord in such a way.

What was more, her husband had vanished under mysterious circumstances five years past, on Midsummer’s Eve. On that dark night, terrible screams had been heard coming from the Whitehouse dwelling, and an evil cackling had filled the entire town. Edgar Whitehouse had not been seen since. When the official inquiry into the incident was made, the newly-made widow claimed that the screams had come from her, as her husband had hit her badly. Indeed, for months afterward, her face was badly swollen and bruised. With regards to the cackling, she pleaded ignorance.

Where then had her husband gone? Sally said that he had stormed out of the house and had not returned. He had quickly been declared missing, and searches for him or his body in the surrounding woods continued for three weeks before he was finally declared dead. Whatever reasons he had possessed to quarrel with Sally remained a secret, for she never spoke of the incident again.

It was these events, as well as the strange, indescribable sounds emanating from her house that caused the townsfolk to be inspired and swayed to action. On that fateful day, the entire population turned out in large numbers, spurred forward by the fiery rhetoric of Daniel Thayer, the village cobbler. He went from door to door, skipping the Whitehouse home with its boarded windows and overgrown garden, and gathered the townspeople in the Old North Church. His impassioned speech aroused great cheers from the populace, and everyone gathered what weapons they could find, lighting branches and makeshift torches as they strode purposefully towards the Whitehouse dwelling. The rag-tag mob, armed with spades, shovels, pitchforks,

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