The Creeptures

Chapter 1 ~ Tale 1: In The Beginning, There Was Blood

Because I have already uploaded the Prologue and this chapter, as well as a minor excerpt that I will upload soon, I decided to upload this now. I'm working on the next chapter because it's been a few weeks since the last update for this story on Tumblr. 

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”It can’t be too much farther now,” whispered the boy to no one in particular. He was shivering from the cold surrounding him, his only warmth being the tiny body that clung tenaciously to him.

The boy was of the age of 18 and had a prominent jawline with eyes of clear blue. His complexion was flawless, much thanks to the parents he was born unto. 

The girl holding onto this boy, his sister, had bouncing, auburn curls. Her eyes were the color of stainless steel. She was probably of the age of 10.

They wore their PJs in the month of October as they walked through the forest at the darkest, spookiest time of night. 

It had all begun about an hour prior. The younger girl had woken to the sound of creaking. The moonlight stretched onto her face as she sat up in bed and rubbed her tired eyes. She got up from her bed to see what she was hearing. The creaking was coming from her parents’ room. She walked along the wooden floor into the room and saw the wooden window above the bed open and swinging back and forth through the breeze of cool October wind. 

She glanced down at the bed curiously and suddenly realized the bed was empty.

In haste, she rushed from the room to her brother’s room where he slept soundly.

She clambered atop him and shook him, whispering his name over and over until he moaned and turned over to face his anxious sister.

“What?” He moaned quietly, squinting up at her.

“Mom and Dad are gone,” she quickly replied, her breath hitching in her throat as she tumbled through her sentence.

“Huh?” 

“Mom and Dad—”

“No, I heard you the first time,” he stopped her.

Making a movement to rise, the girl slid off of the bed and waited beside the bed as her brother rose.

“What do you want me to do about it?”

The girl, suddenly dumb-founded and clueless as to where to begin their search, stopped and stared up at him.

Suddenly, from behind the house, came a shrill, feminine shriek. It lasted for a solid fifteen seconds before cutting off instantaneously. 

It had been close, maybe a yard or so beyond them, and the girl looked up at her brother in horror. Her brother, alarmed by the sound, darted from the room quickly. He was brave and, when faced with a problem, almost always succeeded. His bravery was always gathered about him. It must’ve been all a facade because that scream, shrill and ringing within his head, did affect him more than he would ever admit.

He slid on his tennis shoes, his sister trailing behind him warily.

“Where are you going?” the girl asked.

Her brother swung open the front door and turned back to his sister.

“I’m going to go see what that was. Stay here and go back to bed. I’ll be back.”

Defiantly the girl suddenly stood and narrowed her eyes back at her brother. 

“No. If you’re going, then I am too.”