Anguish

Imare

Anguish

Imare

I heard the door creak as it was gradually opened. I did not move to see who my unexpected visitor was. Only one being knew of this place...

A cackle filled the air as the unseen guest played with the door, closing and opening it. I could hear the sound of the wind being fanned by the movement.

I sighed and moved to prop myself into a sitting position. With a sense of foreboding, I watched the door in its waltz. I did not try to reprimand my caller for his behavior; as his behavior elucidates, he was in one of his darker and violent moments. It would seem that he was starting with the door. I just hope that he wouldn't pick on me later.

The door stopped moving and a deafening silence followed. Seconds later, I heard a sudden whooshing that said of a swift movement. I found myself staring into the glassy eyes of my visitor. It took a moment for the abrupt movement to register. Instinctively, I blinked as though unbelieving of what I was seeing.

My guest was bending over my body; his face was distanced a few inches from mine. A lopsided grin appeared on his face.

"You're not dead..."

He straightened and then hovered unmoving, in front of me. Then, slowly, he lifted his paw and then moved it towards me.

Watching the paw with apprehension as it neared my face, I thought of slapping it away but then, I remembered that I could not do such a thing. The being hovering in front of me was as deadly as the dark mist. Coming contact with his fur would be fatal.

"Do you think...," he said wickedly, "with your immunity against the dark mist..."

He made a sudden movement and I found his paw a mere centimeter from the tip of my nose.

"...you will die if..."

I moved my head back, trying to put as much distance as I could between our skins.

"... I touched you?"

I did not bother to answer his question. Reason wouldn't get through to him at this state. Besides, it was meant to be rhetoric.

"Would it?"

I saw his other paw position itself near my temple. My breathing quickened and I froze. One touch and I would be dead. I gritted my teeth as I looked into his eyes.

"But then... that is not why I came here..."

A moment later he was gone. The chandelier flickered to life and the room was illuminated in an eerie glow.

oooOOOooo

I stared at the night sky noting the unnatural feel of its features. There was an absence of clouds and the moon was unusually large. The stars were eerily bright. It hinted of disaster. I could feel a sense of doom weigh down on my shoulders. Something was about to happen...

Settling myself more comfortably on the headboard of my bed, I shifted my attention to my unexpected visitor. My caller was in a form of a white stuffed bunny. His spirit possessed this toy which, according to him, suits his personality. "It's the only thing cute around here", he would say whenever I would ask him why he chose the bunny. He was one of the dead --- or undead as the sages of Juno would call them --- of the village. You would not really expect to see any living at night, a time when the dark mist had finished its dark enchantment.

My guest was now floating quietly near the desk. He was hovering a few feet from the chair, bending over the edge of the desk to be able to reach the parchment, and was scribbling fervently while muttering inaudible words. He had been in that position after the frightening episode earlier and had not moved from the desk for two hours now. I left him to his business and did not bother him for fear he would revert into his earlier state if he sees me.