Mary's Little Lamb Horror Short

A short, unfinished horror story.

Adiene’s high heels clicked across the school’s tiled hallways until she reached classroom 999H. The third grade teacher, Miss Moness, sat at her desk. On the other side of the room, sitting still enough to morph into the desks and chairs, sat Mary, Aidene’s daughter.

“Thank you for coming today, Mrs. Bell,” Miss Moness greeted. “I thought having you here would help Mary open up, as she seems reluctant to talk about things alone.”

“What kind of things?” Aidene asked as she took a seat.

“For one, your daughter is extremely aloof, possibly the quietest student I’ve ever had in my class. She won’t even open up to me during one-on-one sessions with me.”

Aidene frowned, glancing at her daughter. She use to love school and socializing. Sometimes she even got into trouble for talking too much. Now, Mary didn’t even acknowledge them as she continued to stare out the window.

“And then she turned in these.” Miss Moness spread out a handful of papers over her desk.

Each one was covered in the typical crayon scribbles of a child, but what they were composed of was nothing of the ordinary. Eyeless humans were scattered across the paper, some carrying scythes and knives. One image showed a man standing at the center of a pentagram, and heads positioned at each point. Even the animals in the drawings were unsettling, horses with two heads and long teeth, and sheep with red eyes and backwards hooves. There was more red crayon covering the paper than whiteness.

Aidene signaled Mary to come over to her, which she did, but with no more enthusiasm than a zombie.

“Mary, what are you drawing?” her mother asked.

Instead of replying, Mary turned her eyes down to her shoes.

“Are there any problems going on at home?” Miss Moness asked.

Aidene shook her head. “From what I can see, nothing has changed.”

Mary had a little lamb.

The lamb stared through red eyes, waiting behind every corner for her, stumbling after her on twisted legs.

No protection from fake light, no peace in cold darkness.

She saw flashes, visions that made her question what was real.

The cat was the only thing she trusted.

It kept away the demons, but the visions still found her.

She was in darkness and felt wood all around her. The smell of dirt pooled around the thick air.

Finally the cat told her it was time to go, and she followed him to a better place.