*Originally published in The Horror Tree: Trembling With Fear, copyright (c) 2019
My dead twin's rocking horse sits in my mother's attic, draped with cobwebs.
"I disposed of Henry's other toys, his clothes, but he was so happy on that horse." Mother unleashed a painful series of coughs. "I thought by keeping it, I'd keep his smile, his laughter alive."
"Of course." I gripped her hand by her deathbed. "After Dad confessed. Got the chair. How could anything ever be right again?"
"It will be soon." She smiled. "You see, Daddy confessed so he could be with Henry. We had always intended to kill you, but you boys looked so much alike."
*Thanks for reading! You can find more horror in my book The Misery King's Closet, available in paperback and on Kindle Unlimited.