Silver Crowbar Creepypasta Book

Chapter 21- Heartbeat

There was a quick moment in which nothing could be felt at all. No cold, and no heat. Nothing. Not the slightest feeling of movement, be it from a body or an object. The air left Elise's lungs, and she felt as though every limb she possessed was being pulled away from her. But it was quick; so quick that she was barely even sure she had felt such drastic changes in the first place, it having been over in nearly a second. And then there came a different sort of drastic change. She felt herself collide with something solid, and it nearly had her falling backwards, catching herself with one hand and completely disregarding the rough material she had been holding just a moment ago.

Little pellets of dust hit her skin as a cloud of black smoke fell thickly around her, but it began to fade soon enough. She could do nothing but catch her breath, realizing that she was very nearly gasping and almost sucking in the dust around her. It was about at the same time she had realized her own gasping that she heard another sound besides herself. It sounded almost like a quiet choking noise, as if someone was struggling to breath. The smoke had very nearly fallen by now, and the first thing she saw nearly made her scream and back away.

It was the clown, as close to her as he had been when kneeling down to the cage. But this time, he seemed to have fallen to his knees. Elise could only stare with a shriek stuck in her throat as her mind struggled to process the situation, image of the clowns previous sadness completely leaving her to be replaced by terror. Once it had, the scream in her throat suddenly dissipated, and she was left in a state of pure confusion and fear. The clown looked to be struggling, one hand to his chest as he stumbled over his own breath, other holding him up as he aimed his small coughs and chokes to the ground.

The...ground. Yes, the ground. The ground covered in growing grass, illuminated by the morning sun. The sun? It was then that Elise finally felt it within her power to move, and she quickly scampered back from the monochrome creature in front of her. She was trying to back up as much as she could, feeling suddenly frantic and more panicked as her confusion added to every bad emotion she could have at the time. She couldn't hear anything besides the clown's struggled breathing and her own heartbeat, and it was only when it was beating in her ears did she notice how far she had actually gotten from Jack.

And then, as if on cue, she felt her hand drop downwards. It suddenly had no place to land, and it took her torso down with it, causing that scream to come rising back up immediately. "AAAHH!" She shrieked as she felt herself fall from whatever platform had been holding her up, only to be suddenly cut off by a force to the back of her head and a tugging power on her ankle. Her head had hit the side of something, but before she could even process what it was or how she had come into contact with it, there was suddenly something else that she was apparently hearing.

It sounded like...beats. A steady thump, or a series of them, on the ground. It made her open her eyes, ignoring the pain in the back of her head, everything else leaving her immediately when she saw where she was. There was green grass everywhere. Little pockets of trees in between large, open clearings. There were hills along the outer edges of this place, each covered with grass and a few trees of their own. A river ran through a plain of rich, tall grass and exposed some of the dirt underneath it. The water shone brilliantly in the light of the morning sun, which seemed to be hanging perfectly in the distance.

And the thumping sound she had heard proved to be met with something that was perhaps the most evident. Figures, four-legged figures that ran joyfully back and forth on the plain of green grass; their hooves met the ground with a marvelous 'thump', legs steady and hair flying behind them as they ran undeterred. Horses. There were about four that she could see, three of which were running on one side of the plain separated by the river while the other's head craned downwards to drink from the blue water. They were lovely and well-built, forged from the free rampages of wild animals.