Horror

Kolandra and the Beast

Kolandra and the Beast

Kolandra had heard many stories about death before. It was all around. Every night, her mother would rock her baby brother to sleep in a corner of their wooden house singing a dark lullaby about the passing of her sister and father. How those who aren’t here with us physically are never truly gone. Her mother’s voice, deep as a cello, would be accented by the flute-like whistling of the wind passing through cracks in the birch walls her great-grandmother constructed years before.

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