The Lost CreepyGram - HEART OF STONE

 

Here is another unpublished CreepyGram (a short horror story of 365 words, a two minute read). This is another escapee from The CreepyGram Chronicles, not appearing anywhere else before this. 

HEART OF STONE

The girl in the red petticoat and hair to match had waited almost four years for the chance to ask the handsome man to marry her. It was only proper on the leap year, she knew. If he was half the gentleman she knew him to be, he would not refuse her. His heart may have been made of stone, but he could not be so cold as to leave her a spinster. 

It wasn’t that she was unattractive. Quite the contrary. Many men had fawned over her through the years. She had just waited for the right man. For him. She had read about his heroism in the face of danger. He was a role model for all around him, yet soft spoken and modest. 

He held his courage and valor as a regal steed carries itself, proud but not ostentatious. He was simultaneously modest and confident He was not at all like her father. How a prim and noble offspring could come from such degenerate stock was a mystery. 

Her father, in name only, had only looked after himself. He never defended the weaker or worthy. In point of fact, he had exploited those unfortunate enough to fall prey to his treacherous exertions. She had not seen that growing up, but knew the painful truth as a result of her maturation. Had she only known now what she should have known then. 

But no worry, her proverbial knight in shining armor would see to her every need after they were betrothed. He would stand up when she could not. Her husband would make right the wrongs that had been done to her over the years. And not just her father, she thought. Others would pay for their transgressions. She knew he would see to that. They would pay dearly. 

She made her way to the front of the library where he stood stoically. Where he always remained. His sculpted, lifeless eyes stared out unseeingly at the world. She glanced around. Seeing that nobody was in sight, she stood on the pedestal. She stood on tiptoe to kiss his granite surface. “Will you be mine?” she asked. 

The statue turned its head and nodded.