This Is Why I Let That Monster Into My Home, This Is Why I Let Him Have My Children

All eyes were trained to the impaled figure of my father, pinned to the earth.

“I said do I make myself clear?” Tommy repeated, the smile dropping from his face.

Everyone slowly nodded, every eye wet with tears and wide with horror.

Tommy threw a thumb over his shoulder, “Now get rid of him. I need to put his son to bed.”

I took a step back, tears flowing freely from my eyes, shaken to the core, unable to stop staring at my dead father. My world swam and rocked, my vision a streaking blur of color. I felt like I was going to throw up, pass out, scream until I couldn’t breathe anymore.

Tommy was suddenly looming over me, sweeping me up in his arms. He pressed my shocked face into his shoulder and stroked my hair.

As we went into the house and up to my bedroom, I heard a rumble in Tommy’s chest.

“Hehehehehehe.”

Elias is a prolific author of horror fiction. His books include The Third Parent, The Black Farm, Return to the Black Farm,and The Worst Kind of Monsters.

“Growing up reading the works of King, admiring the art of Geiger, and knowing fiends like Pinhead left me as a pretty jaded horror fan today. It takes a lot to get the breath to hitch in my throat and the hair on the back of my neck to stand on end.. My fiance is quite similar, so when he eagerly begged me to let him read me a short story about The Black Farm by Elias Witherow, I knew it had to be good… And I was not dissapointed. Elias has a way of painting a picture that you can feel with all your senses and plays the tunes of terror created when our world meets one much more dark and forces you to keep turning the pages hungry for more.” —C. Houser

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