A short story is a great way for a writer to explore writing outside of their normal genre. It's also a way to test what readers may like to read. This is a Halloween-themed piece. I've included this for your reading pleasure. Thank you. I hope you like it.
How has your summer been? I hope you’ve traveled, gone to a cottage, or enjoyed time in your backyard perhaps with a favorite beverage and book. These warm sultry days give us happy memories to sustain us through the cold months ahead.
I live in a small sleepy town called Hespeler in Southern Ontario. Or technically, because it’s been amalgamated into the city of Cambridge, which is made up of the combination of the smaller communities of Galt, Preston, and Hespeler, is considered a big bustling city. But despite its moniker as a city, Hespeler is unique in that it has retained its village-type atmosphere: small shops, a quaint main street, and people who know one another.
As I awoke I realized that something was in bed with me. I felt the warmth of a muscular body at my side. I felt the steady breathing as its chest raised and lowered with rhythmic respirations. But it was the movement at my shoulder and that made me open my eyes. Its glowing eyes and face was within inches of mine. I shrieked and pulled myself to the headboard in fright to get away from the daemon.