Eyes cast with blank iries, seeing as a blank endless loop of a continuous stare. A still cold sweeping the expression, to turn it into bitter solidity.
Weeks flood by, enough for a new to reach the town. It stood small, enough to fit on a palm. Encompassed by a dark forest that curled around tightly like a snake, feeding the people the roam. The amount of houses slowly decreased, only baring the tall buildings of five. Dave, the stranger that entered loved the West side, one that hugged the trees and swayed with an creak of a stare.
The house he choice, stood old and bare. The entrance path stood lingering with an order of many deaths, the wallpaper peeling back like the cuticles on your nails. Dark panels that help make up the frame itself, showed its body to the world. From such a showcase, mold and fungus grew on it. Squeezing its prey that stood wood. t was a quiet night, but the wind was thrashing about like a dying fish out of water. The trees were waving wildly at the people in this small town. Still, it was so quiet, you couldn’t even hear crickets chirping, Nothing but the blowing of the wind. The almost peaceful air was broken by a loud CRRAACK, then a CRAAASH. Suddenly Dave could feel a fierce gaze from the window across the street.
Dave’s skin was blanched,
Feeling those empty eyes,
Vast,
Endless,
Cold,
That dark face of solidity, I never saw it up close.
I blacked out, feeling the cold eyes before me.
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The Tales Of Horrors
HorrorDear User, today I will introduce you to a book of continuous stories of horror, keep your eyes peeled.... Look under your bed.. pull up the sheets and prepare for a scare.
