The Shadows of The Night

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I wake up to a dark blanket covering the sky. The gold, full moon is blurred behind the clouds that look like brown fairy floss. I realise that I am uncomfortable. I get up into a crouch. Leaves and sticks cling to my orange, summer dress and my faded brown hair. As I brush them off with my shaking hands, my other senses start to kick in. The wind creates a howl-like whistle, and the smell of pain and death stings my nose as I hear a piercing scream. I lay back down scared. I've never been afraid of death or horror, but right now I feel terrified.

The bushes rustle from the wind. I hear owls hoot and low growls in the distance. I hear the cry of a baby and feel a strong urge to help it. I start to make my way slowly towards the distressed baby, but I stop when I hear the crushing of leaves underneath slow, heavy footsteps. The crying stops and all is silent. I wait, in the eerie silence until I hear shrieks and unknown noises. I shuffle back trying to be as quiet as possible. I stop when I bump into something. I look back cautiously and a dead tree stares down at me with old, haunting glares. I turn back and as I do, the bark from the haunted tree bites into my skin.

I try to make the best of the light of the moon and look down at my arm. Blood is dripping down my fingers and I hear the ping when it touches the ground. I don't feel any pain but I flinch and tremble when I hear the footsteps start up again. They get faster and faster. When I know that whatever is out there is near, I get up and run. My legs ache from sleeping in a bad position. The cold air slaps my face as I run, dodging the trees. I have no idea where I am or where I am going, but I run.

Tears start to stream down my face when I realise that the thing is following me. Its growl and scream makes me jolt forward and run faster. I don't know how long I've been running for. I feel my legs give way from under me. I fall onto the hard surface. I scramble to my feet as quick as I can. I feel sticks and rocks digging into my bare, cold feet. I glance back and regret it. I see yellow, glowing eyes. The figure stares at me, with its head tilted to the side and a small smile twitching on his lips. It stops. I don't know why but I stop too. I stand there staring into its eyes. As a cloud passes the moon I get a better view. The character appeared human. Male. His face was hidden by a painted on clown face. His full face was white and his lips were enlarged with red paint. His eyes are covered by black diamonds. His yellow eyes are haunting. The way he is still and silent, the way he just stares, it makes me curious but my heart is racing. The clown is wearing overalls with one strap broken. His white and red striped socks are torn.

His head straightens. I watch his every move. He steps forward. I step back. He puts one hand out slowly. With his palm up, he bends his fingers twice, beckoning me to come closer. His face has no emotion. I step forward slowly. As if in a trance I move toward him, until I could feel his rotten breath against my face. We stand still for a few moments, his eyes boring into mine, before his lips curve into a huge smile. His pointy, tobacco-stained teeth like were like daggers.

The pain. It's agony. I don't know what is going on until its happening. His teeth are buried in my neck. I hear my strangled scream and feel my warm blood running down my arms. That's when my legs falter and I collapse.

I can't open my eyes...

I can't feel any part of my body...

I can't breathe...

I think I'm dead...

After a while, I start to get feeling. I open my eyes. The haunting place I'd been in wasn't so haunting anymore. I kind of felt, safe and comfortable. All the blood-curdling noises that had once scared me, now sounded like a lullaby.

I look down. My orange dress was stained with blood and torn. I feel my hair. I am surprised when it stops at my shoulders and not at my waist.

All I can think is...'I need to kill'

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 28, 2015 ⏰

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