BioJust a Canadian boy who loves to write Fantasy and Horror stories.
The Light Within the Abyss
“We were told to investigate the university, to find out what the source of the noise was. Something along the lines of hearing screams coming from the left wing of the historical/ scientific hall. The janitor had placed the call around midnight, telling the operator that he had seen a group of what looked like students going in. Not too long after, he heard screaming so unnerving that it made him run to the other side of the wing to call 911.
No one would have thought a Sunday closing shift would have been so bare. The book store looked emptier than it usually did; even when its usual three customers came it at least looked somewhat alive. At least, that's what Slyv thought. Sylv had owned that book store for more than thirty years with seeing it rise in popularity, and fall faster than he could blink. Nowadays he would be lucky to see more than his usuals show up, but in those rare cases it was tourist wanting to know a way out of town or lone wanderers looking for a way to the closest coffee shop to enjoy something warm in such a cold city.
To feel the cold wind across my cheeks would tend to be a pleasurable experience in most cases, but not in this one. The wind only makes the reminder of where I am and where I have been for the past week a bitter one. The cold gives me chills that have been all too familiar during the time I have spent in this nest. This nest has become a prison of my own advantage.