Daniya Ali
Stories (14/0)
The Lady and the Night Barn Owl
The sky was pitch black. There was light mist in the air. There were only a few lampposts alongside the distant road that allowed for some visibility. It wasn’t long until she was being dragged by her hair, across the dirt into the barn. The barn was old, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by a few trees, just a little distant from the road leading into the city ahead. The barn had not been maintained well. The red paint on the walls from the outside had already started to peel off. As the man dragged her weak body inside, the smell of death, and decay overpowered the remaining life in her. She was bruised up and wounded. The white walls were dirty, covered in residue of dirt, and stains of blood. The roof was hanging low, with mold in the corners of the rooftop. She saw a bracelet lying in the hay scattered across the ground. She understood that she was not the first one. The man stopped in his tracks and let go of her hair. Her weak body fell flat onto the ground. He walked over to the left. There were instruments for the barn lined up against the wall. A shovel, a whip, a bridle, a saddle, and other things, but she couldn’t tell what they were. She heard clattering. The man was frustrated because he couldn’t find what he was looking for. He walked out of the door to go look for it. The huge door of the barn was left open. She had no strength to get up, or to even lift a finger. She knew there was no chance of escaping. A few moments later, an owl flew into the barn. It was white, with a heart-shaped face, and brown specks on its white fur. It was a Barn owl. She was looking at it, very weakly, and it at her. She remembered learning about Barn owls in her Environmental Science class. They were predators. And they liked to hunt at night. And they don’t live more than 8 years. The man returned, wearing a hazmat suit, with a chainsaw in his hand. The lady knew this was it.
By Daniya Ali2 years ago in Horror
A NIGHT TO REMEMBER
There was a strange tranquility in the air. The night was young, and the moon was shining. Its light was glistening on the waters, and on the white blankets of snow surrounding the road they were driving on. The road was deserted. It was a long one too. It wasn’t long until the clouds covered the moon, and the snow started to fall. The car was being driven slowly as the snow started to fall more heavily, and the wind was no longer calm. It started to get gustier. They all wanted this to be over as quickly as possible. As quietly as possible.
By Daniya Ali2 years ago in Fiction