Short Stories

Gravity Falls

He was falling blindly, thrusting his arms back and forth. Hoping beyond anything he'd feel something to grab onto. he had been falling for what seemed like hours, with nothing but darkness and silence. Suddenly, a hand appeared in his peripheral vision. He tried to whip around but by then it had disappeared. From what he saw, they were hands of friends and family beckoning to him. But each one was only there for a moment, and when he looked at them directly they were gone. So he closed his eyes and blindly reached towards the last hand he had seen, it had been his mother's warm and soft hand. his clammy hand met the wet, rough texture of  skin and his eyes snapped open.

He tried to rip his hand away, but the beast held on tight. It's arm was winding and long; it was covered with shiny black liquid that glittered in the non existent light. This arm protruded from a plot of darkness, somehow even darker than the world around him. Then slowly, a second, then a third arm slithered out of the darkness, stretching like it was the first time to be used. One arm remained around his wrist, while the other two did something odd. It seemed as if they had grabbed onto the side of the darkness and were pushing against it, but he couldn't understand why. Soon, a flood of fear trickled down his throat at the sight of long, curled horns poking their way through. He tried to scream and wriggle, but his body wouldn't listen well as it only whimpered and shook. He Fell deathly still when he caught sight of several eyes that instantly stared him down.

A low hum filled the air, and continued to grow louder as a nose and cheeks were pulled out of the darkness. The arms began to shake with the effort but it's grip on him only tightened. The full face was pulled out and the arms finally went lax, hanging limply by it's side. It's face was a dream and a nightmare. Gorgeous blonde hair framed clear golden eyes. But the hair was matted and dirty and leaving a rotten empty socket behind. A tattered top hat sat delicately on top, with a sash speckled with gold triangles  There were long deep scratches and words carved down a perfect nose and chiseled cheek bones. Not all of the words were legible, most not even English. The only ones he could glimpse at were destruction, deceiver, and faulty. Among the lettering and scars, there were countless pine trees seemingly branded on and cut out, some still leaking red. It's lips were a drastic black against it's pale skin, and were the only portion unmarred. That is until it's mouth was opened. The teeth were long and sharp, it seemed to knick it's tongue every time it breathed. Blood dribbled out and dropped to the arm, where it was absorbed back into the skin. The slim arm brought him near to it's face, and twisted him around, looking at him from all angles. It seemed to have found what it wanted as it dropped him into the palm of it's hand. Out of nowhere, a laugh bubbled up and burst out, distorted, loud and high. He had to cover his ears, as the sound was deafening and could be felt in his bones. He dropped his arms and stared at this creature, in horror, wondering what would become of him and why this was so familiar. The monster bruhed past his arm, reached up and tipped it's hat. It's passive face suddenly exploded into a manic grin, full of teeth and blood. It leaned forward to whisper, and as he screamed his words could barely be heard, "You're back"