Dark Nights

I was running from her. It was getting late. The sky was darkening and the forest around me started dancing with shadows...

She stabbed my father while I watched. Every time he opened his mouth in protest she would slowly remove the knife out of his flesh and jam it into a new spot. Her eyes glistened blood red and looked as if they were full of hatred. He started gushing blood from his wounds and mouth. Blood spluttering out his mouth as he gasped for breath. He dropped to the ground, and then she turned on me. I whipped around and ran as fast as I could to the log house just fifty feet behind me. I threw the door open and looked everywhere for somewhere to hide. I spotted a ladder. I climbed into the attic. It was full of wool bags, I moved to the back of the room and into a bag that was half full. There was a small hole in the side of the bag and I caught a glimpse of the woman's head coming up through the opening. She whispered into the room, "Where are you little lamb, come out." When she did not get an answer from me her tone changed. She screamed in a deeper voice that she would start stabbing the bags of wool until one bled. As she ascended further into the attic I tried to move, but the bag had tightened around me. Trapped; all I could do was lay and wait as she slashed each bag, hearing them rip, as she got closer to me. Then everything went black.

Some time had past before I woke up in the dirt. The log house had been burnt and what was left; fell to the ground. Behind the rubble was a half cylinder shape of rocks piled up with tattered sheets on the top. The forest was dead, it was late, no sun, but not night yet. I walked over to the pile of rocks. It was a funeral pyre. I knew it was for my family and myself. There were bones scattered around the base of it, and the tattered sheets were stained in blood. I tore the sheets off the pile. The rocks had words scratched into them, but they were written in a language I'd never seen before. I turned around and found a jar of red liquid, and a feather in the dirt. I started writing the word 'Crows' over and over again. Then the wind picked up and the forest started to whisper. I screamed into the sky, I felt pain all over my body. I ripped my white night gown off and looked at my pale ravaged body. All over my skin were red scratches and stab wounds that were bleeding. I fell to my knees distraught and hysterical, and then fell to my stomach. I started dragging myself through the rough forest floor, trying to get anywhere that was not beside the rocks. I came to a small pool of clear water. I could see the moons glimmering reflection. I pulled myself into the water, with time it turned red as it washed my wounds, I was floating naked, face towards the stars. Then I was gone.

Little did I know that I had already died once. This was my souls turn, it had to leave my ruined body behind. It left. As it did the water crashed over me, pulling me to the bottom of the forest's pool. When I hit the bottom. The sky went black. Everything went black.