Unholy Trinity: There’s Something On Your Face by Catherine Berry

Our church worships at the altar of the Unholy Trinity. Its gospels are delivered as a trio of dark drabbles, linked so that Three become One. All hail the power of the Three.


She could hear the voice whisper in the dark. Sibilant hisses. Deep growls. Reedy whines. The words echoed in the trees around her. Things had seemed so safe with her friends; now she was running.

Her arms and legs were covered in stinging, slowly seeping cuts. She’s stumbled over roots, scrambled up rocks, dodged and ducked around trees; but the voice kept repeating. Kept following.

Fingers slid around her throat and clamped down. Her feet shot out from under her. Something wet and sharp pressed against her cheek. A breathy chuckle next to her ear.

“There’s something on your face.”


“There’s something on your face,” the woman next to Emily hissed, pressed against the side of the elevator.

“Where?” Emily brushed her hands over her skin. “Is it still there?”

“It’s wriggling!” the woman squealed.

“Could you get it?” Emily stepped closer.

“Don’t come near me!”

“Okay,” she soothed, “I won’t.”

Phone set to selfie, Emily’s face looked normal. She eyed the trembling woman, inched towards the doors, and smiled awkwardly. The elevator stopped and Emily rushed to reception.

“Excuse me, I think someone’s having a psychotic episode.”

The receptionist flinched, stare fixated on Emily. “There’s something on your face.”


The date had been going well. When Lee brought Amy home she’d invited him in.

“Where were we?” she purred.

“Here,” Lee whispered.

Kissing her was intoxicating. Dizzying. Hands trembling, heart thudding, chest tight. Lee pulled back; his bones ached like the flu.

Amy licked her lips, pupils blown wide. “Delicious.”

Lee stroked his thumb along her cheek leaving a thin, red scratch.

“There’s something on your face,” he mumbled, rubbing gently over the mark. Amy’s skin bunched and ripped revealing glistening red tissue underneath.

“Kiss me,” she demanded, clenching Lee’s head painfully in her hands. She swallowed his scream.

Catherine Berry

Catherine Berry lives in Michigan, sings with her dog, and loves potatoes.
Her work has been published in Horror Tree’s Trembling With Fear and in the anthologies Trembling With Fear: Years 1 & 2.
More of her work can be found at www.caterinaberyl.blogspot.com
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Stephanie Ellis

Stephanie Ellis is a member of the HWA and writes dark speculative prose and poetry which has been published in a variety of magazines and anthologies. Her work includes the novel, The Five Turns of the Wheel and the gothic novella, Bottled, both via Silver Shamrock Publishing.She can be found at https://stephanieellis.org/ and on twitter @el_Stevie.

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