I sat alone in my house full of books, as the blizzard raged outside of my sanctuary. My dark hair fell in my hazel eyes as I held the heavy book full with stories in my lap. The wind howled out side of my window as the snow clawed at the cracks between the seals to reach in and wrap around me. I looked up as an icy gust of wind found a way to crawl between the cracks of the old wooden door. I looked back to my story book, trying to decide if I really wanted to open it and unleash the horrors within on this cold winter night. Looking back on it, I probably should have been worried about what was outside. I stroked the spine of the book, caressing it with love. I picked it up and placed it on the small wooden hand-carved table. As I took the chance to fleeting glance out side of the small window in the prison I called home, I saw a shadow, as if someone was walking in the snow, alone. The woods were a dark outline against an even darker sky of snow. I tilted my head as I looked, wondering how anyone could withstand the force of the gale outside.
I walked over to the window, looking for a sign. I reached out and touched the window, it froze around my finger tips, not letting them go. I continued to place my palm on the window, wondering if what was out side could see me. Suddenly the lamp beside the chair I was sitting in flickered, then went out, leaving me in complete darkness. I turned slightly, thinking it was one of the books, not realizing that the wind had quieted. I walked back to the lamp picking up the match box beside it. I stuck a new match and help it to the wick of the oil lamp. The room lit in an erie glow, the lamp no longer giving a yellow flame. Instead the flame that danced upon the wick was green. I stared at the flame, so odd to see something like this out here. None of the books were open, so it couldn't have been them. But the lamp went out. Whispered the voices in side of my head.
"But what else could it have been?" I answered them. What ever made that shadow they responded. It dawned on me that I had turned my back in the window. I slowly turned, waiting for what had creeped in while I was distracted. I finished my half circle, seeing nothing. But then I saw the snow. It was stained scarlet with my blood.
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Sup guys! I hope you liked it!! Would you like more of this kinds of stories, or would you want something lighter and happier? Comment if I had grammar mistakes or anything of the like! Let me know what you thought!
