It Moved

Out of the corner of my eye I swear I saw it move. Not much but it definitely moved.
No-one believed me told me I was imagining it. It was a bloody ornament after all.

Then it moved again. Not a small shimmy forward like last time but the hand of this tiny statue turned, the fingers rolled for a second then nothing.
They laughed at me, told me I’d had too much.
It Moved.

I was unsettled but I accepted the reality of it. It was a trinket a little statue brought back from holiday. Something sitting below the television and forgotten about. It couldn’t have moved.
I went to bed to calm down and clear my head. My friends remained downstairs.

I awoke to a scream.

They were all dead.

It was gone.


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