A Debt To The Dead
by Mike Pollock
(submitted to SFFWorld.com March '18 Micro Fiction Contest)
The soft light that greeted Lorne filtered through poorly boarded windows. Closing the door behind him, he stepped into a scene from a memory. A cautious glance confirmed the remains were still there.
“You shouldn’t have come back.” A familiar voice whispered to him. Terror flashed hot across his skin and he stumbled to the floor.
“How?” Lorne croaked, his brother’s face suddenly appearing just before him.
“I’ve waited a long time.” It said. Its twisted and ghostly hand reached out, passing into Lorne’s chest.
A cold stab of fear twisted his face as Lorne’s heart stopped, all debts repaid.
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