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We Were Dead, Weren’t We?

A NaNo project

Horror

First Person, Past Tense, Two POV

Trigger Warnings

Gore, violence, body horror, mentions of death, occult, vomiting, paranoia, possible triggering content for body dysmorphia, passing mentions of child neglect. Please let me know if there is ever something I need to add. Horror is meant to be spooky, not triggering.

Themes and Tropes

Found family, trust no one, southern gothic horror, psychological horror, misremembered past, platonic love

Summary

I had hoped my past would have the decency to leave me alone. I spent most of my adult life burying my past, and any spare moments were spent trying to forget. So when I received a letter that seems to have been written by me, to me, from 20 years ago, I’m not impressed. The last thing I wanted to so was unearth my messy history, but when your 11 year old self is begging for help it’s hard to ignore.

Characters

Lilith Rivera: 31, she/her, Private Eye

Carrie Torrance: 30, she/her, Horror Writer

Character Intro: Lilith Rivera

Age: 31

Job: Ex-Cop, Private Investigator

Traits: Grumpy, Excentric, Brave, Tired, Quick-Witted, Cautious

Pronouns: she/her

Excerpt:

I got comments about my mirrors all the time. Friends got worried when they saw the sheets covering the mirror in the bathrooms. Clients mostly just stares when they saw the covered mirrors in my office.

But I didn’t need a mirror to know how I look. Black wavy hair that’s just long enough to pull into a small bun. Cool dark skin, a taupe brown. Beautiful blackish brown eyes.

That’s why I stopped looking in the mirror. My eyes, they were never right in the mirror. I used to catch myself at 3 am just staring at those eyes. After I read the letter it got worse, I couldn’t stand to look at those eyes.