Blazing Owl Short Horror: Sixth Floor Retribution is one of my latest short horror tales. Sometimes justice has to be meted out with a harsh hand. This is one of those stories. Take a ride where the law of the land comes from a source not known by many. I hope you enjoy this escape through the realm of the occult.
Blaze McRob
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Read a short introduction to this tale of retribution.
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Low fog drapes the cemetery landscape, cavorting about in myriad shapes when gentle breezes tease the evening air. But there is no frolicking in the southeast corner. That is where the newborns lie, some in shallow graves with no headstones to mark their presence. A simple one foot by six-inch slab on the ground: that is all the space afforded them. Sadly enough, many of the plaques merely say, “Baby Smith,” “Baby Jones,” and the like. As if these children don’t even deserve a first name? That is wrong.
The Angels Section this is called. A bench is placed here for parents to come, sit, and reflect on the children born to them who never survived beyond a day or two.
I sit here tonight and look at one of the few headstones in this area. There is no “Baby Olsen” mentioned on the stone. Robert Olsen is the name etched into the marble. It was the least I could do for my son. After only one day of life, he mysteriously became ill from some so-called staph infection and died. My wife couldn’t handle it and left for parts unknown. No loss for me. It’s her life. She can live it as she sees fit.
It took a while for me to scrape enough money together for the headstone, but I did it. The doctors . . . the idiot doctors responsible for my son’s death took me to court to get their money and won the case. Yeah, the medical community always finds a way to get their money. Never mind the fact they botched everything up from the very beginning. I’m no doctor, but when a baby is born in a room that has not been sterilized correctly, and the doctor arrives, the stench of whiskey on his breath, stumbling around the room in a stupor, and almost rips the baby out of the womb, there is definite neglect present.
Sure, but everything was hushed up, and I was thrown out of the birthing room when I demanded another doctor.
That was three years ago. And the time has come for retribution.
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BLAZING OWL SHORT HORROR BY BLAZE MCROB offers lots of chills packed in a few pages that will sweep you into his bizarre and macabre world whenever you have a few minutes to read. Blaze is always working on stories that will chill you to the core. Be on the lookout for them!
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