Flash Fiction: Never Enter the Attic

They call The Malefica witches… or worse. Their mystique is charming, yet terrifying. From time to time, the locals point fingers burning for a witch hunt, while holding no qualms begging for services — the sick need healing, the cheaters need cursing, and the living need answers from the dead.

The dwellings of The Malefica are as peculiar as can be. The shadows whisper and lights flicker. Doorways turn into shrines, and every room pulsates with energy.

WARNING: never enter the attic.

Inside, dollhouses, town replicas, collect dust, waiting to be populated. All The Malefica need is a finger bone… or few.

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Story Background

The Malefica are a faction in my ImmorTales series. I consider the series to be Game of Thrones played by immortals — everyone wants to rule the world! The Malefica have their own culture and motivations. Many of them work with the dead and crave immortality, which is forbidden by The Guardians (self-appointed protectors of humans).