From nearby, a wolf howled.\ She didn’t know how long she’d been running, but it had to be a long time. Her feet, shod only in thin moccasins intended for indoor use, were throbbing and tattered. She could feel them slip in the blood pooling inside the flimsy footware. She wasn't prepared for this.
Candles sat in a large circle, surrounding the foursome. One spot remained empty, not for ghosts that AJ knew would not come, but for effect. The circle of light came together to form a double column, leading to the spot where three grisly murders occurred two centuries earlier. The candle flames furthest from the group jumped and sputtered. AJ looked up the stairwell. The cellar door remained closed, the towel he’d stuffed beneath it still in place. Except for candlelight, the cellar was absolutely dark.
The middle-aged man entered his son's apartment, dread making the room seem darker than it could possibly be in the mid-afternoon. Anguish had aged him a decade overnight, stooping his shoulders better than a pallet of brick could have done over a lifetime. He wasn't sure what he expected, but what he saw didn't meet it; the apartment seemed in order, nothing destroyed, nothing vandalized. This was the last place anyone knew his son had been alive and normal. It shouldn't seem so commonplace.
All Because of the Little Red Dress
“Is anyone out there? Miss?" I called quietly, not anxious for a response. But I didn't really have a choice. II was stuck. It seemed i mpossible that anyone as bright as I was supposed to be could find themselves in such a predicament, but here I was – stuck.
A little lifeboat bobbed and pitched in rolled on relentless waves . Bob... PItch... Rol... Bob... Pitch... Roll... She could feel all of these motions but she could explain none. Only when she opened her eyes did she realize where she was. Staring up into the inky blackness of the sky, gazing at the apparent misplaced beauty of pinpoint stars, she began to understand.
It was my turn to fetch the drinks from the bar. It fell on me because I’d just lost the lasts round of pool – my last rounds, as it turned out. I watched for a minute before I began to thread my way through the crowd, giving soft encouragement to my new husband as he shot. The 2-ball disappeared, swallowed up by the darkness of the corner pocket. Steve stood and pointed his pool stick at his best friend, who groaned and began to plan his next strategy.
Back from the Past
The orange and purple lights of his back-up bounced off the abandoned buildings surrounding him and Officer Sahedral sighed in relief. He hadn’t believed the dispatcher when the call came over the radio about a ‘sighting of a giant prehistoric monster' in the warehouse district, but now … He’d seen it with his own eyes. It was horrifying.