(Originally published in Simply Horror: Seeds of Nighmare, 2016)
***Disclaimer: this story contains adult content has been labled by many as “disturbing)
“What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
Boston, Massachusetts. 1845
Elizabeth Florence unzipped her bag, tugging hard when it got to that spot where it always hung up. Ugh! A broken tooth on the zipper. A second tug got it past and the back opened up. She reached in and took out the four candles and looked around the room. There, on the dresser, was the perfect place for the large one. The mirror on the wall would provide excellent reflections. Carefully, she selected a resting place and sat the candles around the room. On a bedside table beside the table lantern, on a table across the room, and one on window sill. She lit each one as she carefully placed them, looking at him on the bed, resting so peacefully, to see if the light was hitting him just right.