FICTIONS

The villain in one of my WIPs
(A nineteenth century 'Madam')
Says under her breath
To those she most fears...

'Come to me for a spell;
You will sleep
And you will not know
How I make you unhappy...
Create you unwell...
And yet
You will turn to me
More...and more......

My Protag's husband
Is drawn in
And disappears
But is he dead...or alive...?

Inspired with thanks by this atmospheric picture in my brother's living room
And a story I heard at the weekend