Microfiction for Sonya’s weekly photo prompt.
photo by Watari via Unsplash
Inspired by the stories of Walter Scott, he built the house, mimicking the Gothic he never really appreciated or understood, believing vaulted ceilings and cloisters created a ‘sophisticated’ atmosphere.
When his cruelty to the womenfolk of his household shaped Gothic horrors that haunted the nights of the mock-up castle, his line dried up, faded, and he died screaming in a straitjacket.
Now junkies haunt the lonely rooms and fake cloister, weaving their own horrors, painting the walls with their own madness.