She sat in the plush velvet chair accompanied only by flickering candle light, the ticking of the mantel clock and her imagination. She read a story written a hundred years ago of unsettled ghosts and the humans they tormented. The candles cast menacing shadows against the walls which would catch her eye between the lines of the story. Tick tick tick tick tick said the clock like a metronome. She could no longer separate herself from the terror of the words she read. What was that? Did she hear the cat stalking in the next room or was a spirit nearby to pay her a gruesome visit? She was so paralyzed with fear she couldn’t bring herself to find out. Ah, the thrill of a horror story.
Horror Story bottle cap magnet at Auntie B’s Wax
Auntie B's Wax 
Great story to go along with the magnet. Kind of reminds me of Poe’s Tell Tale Heart…
Interesting – I always thought of the girl in the picture to be reading Poe.
Neat. We’re on the same wave length!
Your words have me scared! Good job…
Boo!
This is exemplary in how a picture can explode into a hundred words; such evocative language from such a wondrous image. Thanks for sharing. Regards, Paul