The Amulet
Could a family heirloom be the answer to financial hardship?
Income from the estate no longer supported Lady Agnes, but seeing the gold amulet in her great-great-grandmother’s portrait, she recalled the story that it adorned her corpse. Agnes resolved to seize the amulet for herself.
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Crowbar in hand, Agnes unlocked the family crypt’s wrought iron gate and pushed it inwards, the metal screeching in protest. Finding the coffin, she peeled back the lead lining and prized off the lid. Gagging at the stench, Agnes ripped the amulet from the fleshy corpse’s neck and scrutinized it, but a cold hand grasped her wrist, a voice hissing “No, dear — that’s mine!”
This drabble was originally published in Trembling with Fear, 9 December 2018, at https://horrortree.com/trembling-with-fear-12-09-2018/.
Greg Fewer’s writing has appeared in (among other places) Lovecraftiana, Polar Borealis, Polar Starlight, Scifaikuest, Star*Line, The Sirens Call, and Utopia SF. He has been a finalist for the Dwarf Stars Award in 2021 and 2023.
