Sad Short Dark Stories

Part 2- Old Lady Wrocking.

A old women sat in a white padded room, in a rocking chair.. Her white and grey hair up in a bun, and she wore a white coat that strapped her arms behind her. She rocked back and forth, back and forth, and back and forth some more.. she did this every day, she never slept, nor ate..

Every morning she would start to rock back and forth in her rocking chair, mumbling.. mumbling about fire... death... destruction... She had dreams of death when she ever did sleep.. horrible dreams.. Her flesh burning, and peeling back.. her screams of torture never heard...

The old woman's padded door opened, and in came a small little boy... He smiled at the women, and set down a small candle that laid in his hands.. His black hair was in his eyes, and his pale body stuck out underneath his black clothing.. His light pinks lips were cracked, and bleeding.. his teeth razor sharp..

His voice was raspy as he spoke, "Here is the candle that takes a soul, here is the candle that makes things bend, Here is the candle, to make your end.." He licked his bleeding lips, and looked at the women thru his bangs. His pitch black eyes had small red pupils, piercing her soul.

He hastily set down the candle and mumbled a few words the women could not hear, and the candle was lit. The small boy closed the door behind him, and walked up to the women slowly, limping on the padded floor. He reached the women and stuck out a shaky hand.

He set the palm of his hand to her wrinkly forehead, and she blinked. He was gone, but the candle had tipped over.. the padding catching fire, and spreading across the floor, the walls, to the ceiling.. not to long after the whole building was on fire, and people rushed past the women's door, not listening to her humming.

She didn't bother cry out, she knew it was all nothing but a dream.. But as soon as the fire reached her, she screamed out in agony as the flames stung at her flesh, screamed in pain as her whole being was inflamed.

She looked around the hot room and saw in the corner as the small pale boy slowly burnt away, as a single tear fell down his cheeks. She closed her eyes, and never opened them again... All she wanted was to wake up, but she never did.

Later that night as investigators were walking around on the ashes, the rubble, they found something strange.

The old woman's rocking chair... Unharmed.. not scratched, wasn't burnt to bits... nothing... it looked as if nothing had happened to the old thing... but what scared them the most?

It was rocking... there was no wind to make it move, no one sitting in it... it was moving on its own. Slowly it stopped, and they heard a blood curdling scream.. on that would make the hairs in the back of your neck stand up, make your skin shudder and want to curl back...

They ran, and didn't turn back trying to get away from the chair.

Slowly a dark shadow sat in the chair. Color and shape started to form. It was the old lady. She smiled as a smaller shadow peered out of the rubble and ash, and slowly took form of the small pale boy, but his eyes were black, no. they were a light dull blue.

She let him sit in her lap, and wrapped a cloth around the both of them. She started to rock back and forth, them both falling asleep. an eternal slumber. Their bodies turning into smoke, and surrounding the chair...

The chair never stopped rocking, nor did her humming.