The East River bank was much more deserted than he remembered. The moonlight sparkled its silver light on the river that was framed with aspen and birch whose leaves seemed dead just like the rest of the town. Even though the town had been burned to ashes, Jake could smell the all too familiar sent of burned leaves and asphalt. He kicked the scree that lay on the dew dotted grass. It was midnight. This is when it all happens.
He looked around and spotted a church just a few paces ahead. Its tall spires were stretched out into the concealing sky. The moonlight reflecting on its roof. He circled the church until he found the back gate. He climbed up on the porch, and stepped inside the extensive cathedral. His eyes widened in astonishment as he observed the distinctive beauty. The ancient folklore were illustrated on the curved domes inside the church. The thin delicate strokes of paint, forming the most elaborate and intricate patterns that flowed through the room. It was more of a hall really. The perturbing fear he had, was now gone. Vanished into thin air. Filling him with a strange, unsettling tranquility.
Something was off. The room was now stained with a plumeous grey. Something caught his eye in the distance. A pool of dark liquid had gathered on the tiled floor. The liquid rippled as more of the red substance plunged into it. Jake tilted his eyes upwards. His eyes filled with sheer horror, as he saw a lifeless body, impaled on the spears. Perched on the spires.
Suddenly he was facing a huge lumbering creature. Its form was shapeless and yet humanoid. The stench of rotten eggs had emerged with its cracked mouth. Six, slimy tentacles waved furiously behind its alienated head. Sweat dripped down Jakes spine in rivulets, as he stared at the thing. No, not just any thing. A demon. That’s what it was. Its growl encouraged Jace to reach for his sword and point it directly at the demon’s chest. He could just slash his skin right at this moment. But something stopped him.
Till then it was too late. The demon had whipped its tentacle and with one swift movement, Jake was flung onto the bench that rested against the wall. He could taste the metallic liquid of his blood as it oozed out of his lower lip. His heavy eyes slowly shut, as he drifted into unconsciousness…
A/n
Ayyy! Okay so m not really sure if you guys would like to read something like this. I started this aaaagggeess ago and thought why the hell not? So..ya...thats about it really...great memories when I was readign the story so far! Kay? Cool. Byyeeee!!
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Midnight Terrors
General Fiction“Max, you’re dead…” the words seemed dry as Jake forced them out. He had faced the most supernatural things yet this seemed too hard for Jake to believe. “I was never dead. You had left me yet I still prodded among the living, looking for you. But y...
