Come Closer

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

When I was young I saw the lady under the stream. I wish I hadn't.

When I was young my parents owned a large house in the country with miles of woods behind it.  I’d walk back there alone, exploring every corner of the forest.  There was a small stream that ran through the heart of the woods.  It was surrounded by pine trees, completely hidden from view.  The only way to get to it was by crawling under the trees.  I clearly remember the pine needles digging into my flesh and sap clinging to my fingertips.


A woman lived under the stream.  Calling her a woman is generous.  She appeared more as a reflection dwelling at the bottom of the stream, somehow there and somehow not.  Her black hair floated above her head and her arms were extended out in either direction.  Her pale skin was almost reflective.  The scariest part was her big brown eyes.  They were unblinking.  She never stopped looking at me.


The first time I saw her I ran.  My parents didn’t believe me when I told them.  I don’t blame them.  I was a lonely kid who had a lot of imaginary friends.  I stayed away from the stream for a while but morbid curiosity overwhelmed me.  I began visiting the lady frequently.  She was always in the same place.  She never moved.  Her wide eyes burned into me like hot coals.  Sometimes she’d mouth words, air bubbles rising to the surface as she did so.


“Come closer,” she’d say.  Her voice was indistinguishable from the flowing of water.


When I was thirteen I dated my first girlfriend.  Her name was Jenny.  She had scars on her forearms from cutting herself.  She always wore black lipstick.  I still remember how it tasted.  We’d often have sex in the forest, far away from the prying eyes of our parents.


One day I showed her the lady in the stream.  I was surprised at her reaction.  She wasn’t afraid, only curious.  The lady under the stream moved her arms in front of her and pointed at Jenny.  I’d never seen her move her arms before.  The lady mouthed the same words she always did.


“Come closer.”


Jenny did what the lady asked her too.  I tried to stop her but I was too scared.  I froze, not moving a muscle as Jenny leaned over the water.  The lady reached out her hand.  Jenny looked entranced as she dove her arm under the water, grabbing hold of the lady’s hand.  Her body disappeared as the lady yanked her under.  It was like the water had eaten her.  There was no trace of her body.  The lady returned to her normal position, her unblinking eyes gazing at me.


No one remembered Jenny.  Not even her parents.  It was like she had never existed.  I screamed at them.  I screamed at them all.  I screamed about Jenny and the lady under the stream.  I was institutionalized for almost a year.  Even after that, they made me go to therapy for years.  My parents moved from that house.  They claimed no water ran through the forest so there couldn’t be a stream.


I’m older now.  I have my own family.  We named our daughter Jenny.  I never told my wife about the lady under the stream.  The house my parents used to own went up for sale recently and I bought it.  I told my wife I’m going to turn it into a rental property.


Last night I went out to the stream to see if she’s still there.  She’s not.  Jenny is.  She stands in the same place the lady used to stand.  She’s still wearing black lipstick.  Her lips mouth the same words over and over.  “Come closer.”  I think I’ll go visit her again tonight. 

Submitted: May 04, 2020

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This is a remarkably chilling tale. Very well told too!

Tue, May 5th, 2020 7:21pm


Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Tue, May 5th, 2020 12:22pm

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