September 5th, a cold chill wind blew through the small town of Morgana. The trees softly rustled, shaking to the movement of the wind. The streets were empty, a hollowed darkness spread down each street. The only light source was the never-ending street lights that illuminated the loneliness of those Morgana streets.
I drifted through them, my movement almost ethereal as I scanned every house. No human was in sight, only front porch lights that glowed with a dim gold colour.
I wondered without care, as I always do, when I stumbled upon a trail of dark liquid. It was as thick as molasses and had a familiar colour to it. I got closer and closer to observe it. A chill ran down my spine as soon as I realised what it was.
A trail of blood, leading up to the McKinnon household. There, a few meters away from the front door, lay Shelby McKinnon. Her hair was matted to her face, doused in what I assumed was her own blood. Her gasps for air tore at my heartstrings and I prayed that someone would discover her before it was too late.
I wanted to help but I couldn't because that was too impossible.
She stood up to take a few more staggering steps to the front door and knocked furiously. I could sense fear in her actions and tension was thick in the air. She knocked again and again, her knuckles almost bashing into the wood.
No answer.
Just silence.
She knocked again but no answer, yet again.
The rose bush beside me rustled and out came a being. Its face was shrouded in black and so was the rest of its body. It rushed towards Shelby like a harpoon. It grabbed her by the hair, the same hair that was so filthy, it looked like a dirty mop. With one strong motion, it forced her to the ground.
The force was so strong, her head bounced back on the concrete floor after hitting it with a stomach churning thud.
Shelby's screams were muffled by its hands which were clad in black gloves as her head was bashed against the concrete ground over and over again. She lay motionless on the ground a few minutes later, blood oozing violently from her skull like jelly from a doughnut.
The figure looked back to see if anyone was around, but alas, there was no one there. An ear deafening silence stretched on for miles and miles as it proceeded to bust the door down and walk inside the McKinnon house.
I walked in, following closely behind it as it ran up the stairs. It looked back but didn't see me. I looked into its eyes. They were as blue as the waters in Hawaii and had a certain glaze to them. Yet, there was so much evil, hatred and vile emotion. I wondered what its intentions were as it walked with one aim in mind; to destroy.
Shelby's father walked out of his bedroom but was met by a bullet to the head. I could hear a woman's blood curdling scream resonate throughout the entire house. Shelby's mom was next to be gifted with a bullet to the brain courtesy of the thing in black. Two very powerful gunshots after and it started cutting into the necks of the victims, it then placed them side by side and back downstairs and out the door as if nothing had happened.
I watched it walk over Shelby's body, looking down at it with a stoic demeanour.
I wondered what made it commit such inhumane crimes, why it chose the McKinnon family next on this; the quietest, most chilling night in all of Morgana.
It walked away,swiftly moving down the street until it disappeared into the dark street, neverto be seen or heard from again.
