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Red Dahlia

Author(s): Ross Simon

She has chosen us, at last…as her banquet of flesh.

First World War to a colonial Indian life of peace, Commodore Clifford Selickton RN is unaware of the blood about to be spilled through that which he unleashes. Selickton takes a beautiful young priestess, Virhynda, for a wife, and they bear a darling little child…a child who, horrifyingly, is prophesized to become the very incarnation of the dread Kali-Ma, East Indian goddess of blood sacrifice. The mind-bending examples they witness of random people receiving their doom are, in fact, only preludes to the hideous, demonic goal of the Blood-Mother: conquest of the Earth, to cover it in a maelstrom of hellish flame and mangled flesh that will consume all mankind. Worst of all, Kali aims to achieve this by striking at the very heart of the civilized world…and it might take a miracle from the Hindu gods themselves to stop her once and for all.

Clifford turned away from the crib to try and go sit back down in exhaustion—but when he did, the crying stopped. Puzzled, Clifford looked back at little Alise. She just lay there in her crib, on her back, the tears under her eyes already drying away. She was even smiling a tad, it seemed.

Then Cliff heard the cracking, splitting noise.

He looked around quickly, but then—looking back at the baby—he realized it was coming from Alise’s head. What? Suddenly, to his horror, Cliff indubitably saw that the skin on the top of the baby’s head was splitting open, and coming off, all by itself.

He gasped, choking—and yet, he couldn’t help but watch.

The entire skin of Alise’s head slipped off, with a loud sliding noise, starting to reveal something wet, dark and indistinguishable beneath. Then the skin came down around her shoulders, just shucking off in wrinkling folds, and as Cliff looked on in mind-bending mortal terror, the dark, wet form slithered out of the skin of his baby daughter.

Next came the skin of the little arms, the torso, and the legs, all in one huge, wrinkling mass. Alise was shedding her skin just like a snake would. Out from the skin was coming this huge, dark, wet lump…

The lump uncurled…and there was Alise herself.

She was now naked, as opposed to the skin that had just come off, which still at least bore a diaper. Alise—now in a fresh skin, while the old one moldered in a heap—just looked up at her father, and smiled.

In a jolt, Clifford suddenly backed away from the crib, hyperventilating, going seemingly mad right then and there. With one deep breath in the midst of his hyperventilation, Cliff stopped—he froze up—and then collapsed on the floor in a dead faint.

The discarded skin in the crib disintegrated, and melted down into a liquid rather quickly.

Little Alise went peacefully back to sleep.

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ISBN (Print): 9781615728923
ISBN (Electronic): 9781615728916
Genre: Horror
Date Published: 03/01/2013
Publisher: Damnation Books LLC

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