The Messengers of Death lunged out of the black void, one by one. She wanted to scream, but somehow, knew that it was of no use.
The television screen opposite her was covered with a black cloth, to stop her from hallucinating. But this time around, it was not hallucination.
(50 words)

I can really feel the tension in this piece, Reena. Great story. Thanks for joining in with the Weekend Writing Prompt. Have a great weekend 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks a lot!
LikeLiked by 1 person
This is scary. many communities equate black cloth to a funeral.
https://ideasolsi65.blogspot.in/2017/08/empty-painting.html
LikeLiked by 1 person