Lucy had never been one afraid of the dark. To her it was comfort, a time to be able to submerse herself in her thoughts. She found comfort in the dark unlike during the day where she always felt exposed but never fully understanding why.
As a child she had liked to play outside, feeling the warmth on her back as the smell of freshly cut grass would invade her senses making her feel at one with nature. Those days were long gone, the thought of spending more than a minute in the blistering heat would now bring her out in a cold sweat.
Her mother called it her ‘Emo’ stage, and would laugh when Lucy had to literally be dragged out into the back garden when having barbeques. Lucy would make sure that no sunlight could touch her skin, and would wear a baseball cap to shade her face.
It was those long summer days that Lucy hated the most it was as if she had been robbed of something. Her dislike of the sun made no sense to her, and certainly not to her family. Despite this, Lucy looked forward to the long winter nights, the cold and dark. She felt as if she was on the cusp of something wonderful happening, her whole body thrummed with barely contained energy, which would see her pacing at her bedroom window each night.
It was during one of these nights in the New Year that the waiting finally paid off. Lucy had been sitting at her window, drawing absent-mindedly in the condensation that had formed when movement in the garden caught her eye.
She at first dismissed it as maybe one of the neighbour’s cats until a flicker of light and the unmistakable glow of a lit cigarette could be seen.
‘Lucy’…
A voice sounded in her head making the hair on the back of her neck stand up.
‘You’re ready Lucy. The time is now’.
It was as if the voice held with it a compulsion, without questioning the sanity of the situation. She went to meet the owner of the voice, her heart thudded heavily with excitement. Lucy opened the back door.
A sharp scream pierced the night sky, her parents still asleep would not discover Lucy gone until the next day.
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Death Has A Name
ParanormalChildren are being brutally murdered. There's no evidence to link the murders except the way in which they are found. The police are sure they are dealing with a psychotic serial killer, but one person knows it's much more than that. ************** ...
