When I started writing this story, I knew – sort of – where I wanted it to go. A woman is meditating and then it takes her somewhere else. It was going to be fantasy, probably, something funny.

Yeah, no, not so much.

The story went somewhere else and I did nothing but follow along for the ride. This story’s a doozy. Creeped myself out, honestly.

Sometimes our mind lets go of memories because it considers them insignificant. 

Sometimes it buries them deep, to protect us. 

But at some point, we’re ready to face our greatest fears, and the memories resurface.

The post Hidden Horrors: A Mystery Short Story appeared first on R.W. Wallace.