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Night Song
Tis dark. Then again that is all I have know my whole life. So why, I ponder, do the other children think it so odd that I do not mind the night, when even the slightest susurrations my large ears catch? Wet moss and slimy wood quickly dampen my jeans, and the cool wisps of mist redden my cheeks into gleeds, but these trifles bother me little; my body, nerves alight and flaming during the sun’s hours, gives way to my keen ears. As the eyes of a city dweller adjust to the night sky, so does my ear to the evening’s song. Soughing trees- whispering, sighing, murmuring - ease the arms that hold an eternally tapping, tapping, tapping cane. Crisp air swells my lungs, and my posture droops as a weary willow.
By grace healy6 years ago in Horror
The Owl and the Endless Night
Asa was ripped from his sleep by a deafening clap of thunder. Had he ever been this tired before? Surely that was impossible. Yet, he struggled to remember the last time he had awoken without asking himself that question. Couldn’t the storm let him be for a few hours? It felt like years since he’d known rest. A few measly hours of sleep was all he needed to clear his head, then he could finally decide how he would get out of this cursed place. The storm had other plans. With a metallic screech the surging wind ripped away part of the roof directly over the mound of hay he had claimed as his bed. Water began to fall yet he hardly noticed. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been dry, had he ever been dry? It was so hard to remember anything before this endless night.
By Matthew Balley6 years ago in Horror
Night Fall
She stared into the darkness wondering what was rustling behind the bushes. As she got closer the sound of his breathing became louder and she could see a faint fog from his warm breathe in the cold night air. She leaned around the tree so slightly so she would not startle her dark stranger. She whispered to him, "Hello, I am not going to hurt you." As soon as she finished her last word a strong voice said, " How do you know I won't hurt you?" Taken aback by the danger that she now felt she turned around and started to run hoping someone would help her. As she ran through the cold dark night she could feel an unwelcome presence that rattled her to her core. Just as she could see the lights from town in front of her she felt a harsh grab to her shoulder. As she was ripped back the fear of what she was about to see consumed her. All she could see was darkness as she fell to the cold damp ground. As she looked around she could hear the loud breathes of her mysterious person who she had once been intrigued to know but now had a overwhelming fear of what she had been longing for. "Please, I don't want any trouble I just want to go home." As she turned around glancing from side to side she couldn't find him anywhere. She stared out into the dark night surrounding her but could only see faint fog in the distance. She decided to try to get up and run. As she started to lift herself up off of the ground a light but strong hand grabbed her shoulder and dug his long nails slightly into her quivering skin. " I don't think I told you to get up, now did I?" Silently inside of her she let out a scream that she could only hear. " I didn't see you so I was going to leave." "Tonight will not be going as you planned, he said in a menacing voice." You see, I am very hungry and well you seem like you were in the wrong place at the right time." "What do you mean? I have no food with me!" "Oh my darling, you're not understanding you are the food!" Within a second she was ripped to her feet and felt a strong pain radiating from her neck. He was biting me, what was this? Why was he biting her, she thought to herself. "What are you?" She could feel herself getting weak and the lights were starting to fade around her. " I my darling, am a vampire." She could feel herself fall to the ground but could not gain any strength to even lift her head to see who her attacker was. As she lay on the cold damp ground she slowly faded until everything went dark. When she finally came around and opened her eyes she felt like she was finally alone. She could no longer see faint fog or hear breathing, she was alone. As she tried to get up she was startled by a barn owl sitting on a branch of a tree. He called out into the night with a loud screech. They locked eyes for a moment before the girl rose to her feet and slowly drug herself toward the lights of town. As she pushed herself to make it to all the lights she noticed the owl had been following her most of the way. Then without warning the owl flew toward her and then off it went into the night sky. As she approached the highway she knew she only had just a little way to go and felt hopeful she would be okay. Just as she started to cross the highway she heard a familiar voice. " I wasn't done with you yet, who told you that you could leave?"
By Jennifer Zabala6 years ago in Horror
The Bay
I woke to the sound of whistling. The wind was swirling ominously that night; like it was brewing something scandalous. It reminded me of what I imagined demons sounding like when they laughed. A chill shot up my spine and I shuddered. I pulled the shroud that I was lying on around me. It was summer, but the night air was cool, and the creepy wind wasn’t helping me regulate my body temperature. I reached next to me for the lantern I had placed there and fumbled around for the matchbox. I struck the match. The flame grew. It swelled largely as it was struck, and behind the flame, I could have sworn I saw something scampering across the ground. A sudden movement. I lit the lantern and closed the latch. The room grew with light as I moved it around, and I stood up from the ground, crunching bits of dirt under my feet as I did so. I could still taste rum on the insides of my mouth and on the sides of my lips as I licked them. The back of my throat was dry as sandpaper. Perhaps a night of solitude ‘away from the town’ wasn’t such a great idea after all. What was that saying, again? You can leave the town but you can’t leave the problem? Or something like that.
By Celious Blanc6 years ago in Horror
The Reaper's Wood
In a community on the outskirts of Hambergen, children were told never to go out after the sunset, when the skies became dark. Something lurked out there that attacked animals and humans. And it was best never to enter the woods alone, even in broad daylight.
By Penny Royal6 years ago in Horror
The White Room
The room was dark and as Alice placed her hand on the pillow beside her, she remembered what she remembered every morning; he was dead. Sitting up she pushed her hair back, the lamp on her bedside table was shattered on the floor next to empty bottles and her medication. As her eyes adjusted she realized that she did not recognize this room.
By Anna Waters6 years ago in Horror
The Barn Owl Society
Of all the people attending the party, Bella Clearwater chose to dance with the ghost in the room. The Ballroom was stuffed full of people with money up to their ears, but not an ounce of character. And besides, she knew Will. He was the ghost that lived in her library. They had spent many a night talking until the sun streamed through the window. “So, what's her story? The lady in the too-tight pink dress?” Will asked, they had been at this for quite some time, Will would find a person who came off as odd, and Bella would make up a story. “That,” Bella began, “is Duchess McBride. She had been married to the duke McBride, until she realized he was quite boring and old,” Bella leaned in close to Will’s face “so she ran him through with a kitchen knife” if Will was alive, he’d have shivered. “But she’s actually my aunt Marie. She’s not married so she dresses as she likes. Grandmother hates her. Says she’s too eccentric.” Will smiled at Bella, spinning her out. “People must think you’re quite eccentric too, dancing with a ghost?” Bella returned his grin, returning to his grasp, “Well I believe that everyone is at least a little bit mad. I mean, how could one possibly be sane and wear that?” She asked, pointing to a woman who appeared to have a stuffed frog on her hat. Will chuckled “That is a little bit mad-looking” She turned to him. “See? We’re all just a little mad” she explained as Will led her to the edges of the dance floor, where no one could see the girl who seemed to be dancing with herself. Although will couldn’t understand how no one would notice Bella. The way her dark green dress swirled around her feet and made her brown eyes look like melted dark chocolate, and made her olive skin look more tan.Even the way her dark green dancing slippers moved silently across the floor was beautiful. And her hair. It was swept up with emerald pins that matched her dress. And Will thought she looked the prettiest out of anyone there. That’s what made this so difficult. “Will? Did you hear what I just said?” Will shook out of his daze, only to find himself nose-to-nose with Bella. “Er..no?”
By Read_Write_Tea6 years ago in Horror
The Omen
It tempted us all. Fools, every single one of us. Idiotic, I began to think. Starving, tired, cold, I lie against a bare tree deep in the forest of a region I have never been. My target, watching me from a distance. Its head was turned to the side as its large black eyes locked on to me like a radar. Legend spoke of this beast to be prosperous, but no man had ever come as far as I had. But now that I watch it from this close, I questioned that philosophy as well. I had lost everything I ever held dear to me. Sleepless nights spent at bars drinking nearly everything they had, to spend my days sleeping on park benches. Wasting my life away. I had long missed the life I once had. I'd do anything to have it back—just once more. I had spent the majority of about eight years trying to drown out the memories. Tears fell from my eyes, then froze in the Aridan Tundra. My beard was latent with ice from the snow. It had been days since I spoke. My lips were sealed shut due to the moisture that escaped my mouth. My arms and legs were exhausted and mostly frostbitten. I could clearly see my body in front of me, but it felt like it belonged to someone else because I no longer had control. Oh, how I wish I could rewind the clock. Maybe that is the kind of thought that brought me here in the first place. Everyone I had pushed away warned me of my desires. However, I did not listen to them. But I should have. All this time I tried to prove them wrong; I ended up being the one who paid the ultimate price.
By AJ McMullen6 years ago in Horror
Be My Friend
I. The day started for her as so many others had before it. Since she was scared of the sound the alarm on her clock radio made, she always had her morning reminder in the form of the radio station’s morning program suddenly beginning. If the program’s objective was meant to be to wake people up angry, it succeeded admirably in its aims. Not only was the news- the same things, repeatedly said on the half hour and top of the hour, with only some minor local variations- extremely frustrating to her, but the various hosts and reporters who appeared on it had apparently attended a fly-by-night instruction course rather than college to learn their trade. That was apparent in the fact that they were too gregarious, ingratiating, and, above all, loud, for her liking.
By David Perlmutter6 years ago in Horror
