Winds of Horror

AN: This is a short story that i had written a long time
ago. I do not take full credit for it. it was written jointly by 3 of us(i wrote the story, they provided ideas) and the story is ours. their names shan't be disclosed here. hope you enjoy it! pls comment on how it is because this is the first thing i have ever published on wattpad! :) :)

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*thud* "wha...who?" I rub the sleep out of my eyes & glance at the window by my bed, expecting there to be a crack. Surprisingly, I see nothing but wet snow sliding down the misted glass. I jump out of bed, now anxious to see who, or what, it was. I rush over to the window and rub off the condensed water from the glass and look out. I see a desert of snow surrounding my house and leading off into oblivion. The trees of the forest stood guard like the sentinels of Night. Everything in the world seemed peaceful and perfect. I look around at this beauty, forgetting for a moment why I had come to the window, when suddenly, I notice a set of large, non-human footprints leading off to nowhere. Now, I was curious to know what creature those footprints belonged to. Since I was already awake and not sleepy anymore, I decided to see what adventure those footprints would lead me to.

I quickly throw on a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans and creep downstairs so that I don't wake my parents. I walk downstairs into our large living room. It was pitch black and I stub my toe against our coffee table. Suppressing a scream, I quickly rush over to the coat closet and grab my longest coat. It was an old, weathered, black trench coat. Huh, I have nothing else! I throw it on and walk towards the door. Sometimes, I regret having rich parents who cannot stay in a normal house in a normal city. My parents have to live in a mansion full of unnecessary rooms and find a place away from civilization to locate it.

I finally finish the 1 mile walk to the door. It's weird how our coat closet is nowhere near the door. I quietly pull the door towards me to reveal the darkness outside. Quickly and stealthily, I close it behind me. The moonlight is my only guide as I had forgotten my flashlight. I walk around, trying to find the place where I had seen those footprints. I finally find the tell-tale trail. Up close, it looks even worse. There were holes all over the footprints, indicating that this creature had holy feet or its feet were covered with warts. A few steps ahead, I could see a tuft of bear fur lying beside the footprint. I didn't want to know what had happened to the poor bear. As I followed the footprints, I realized that there were splotches of blood- I guessed it was bear blood- decorating the snow. I suddenly realized I was sweating, even though the temperature was just below 0 degrees. The more I followed the footprints, the more I regretted coming out. I follow it until I find a gate. Weird, I've never seen this gate before... the footprints continued inside.

I continue to follow the footprints inside...wait, is it just me, or are there footsteps echoing from up ahead. That's not possible, is it? I want to turn back and run home, but something keeps me moving forward. A bunch of tombstones were spread- eagled in this place, and I realized I was standing in a graveyard. Strange... why would someone throw a snowball at my window and then walk into a graveyard? The footprints ended up ahead, at a tombstone. Finally! I can see what this is all about! But as I rush towards the tombstone, I realize something is wrong, very wrong. The tombstone reads "in this spot lies Cruella Crimson. She died at the age of 13 of unknown causes." I...I...It can't be true! I'm Cruella Crimson!!!My date of birth was carefully inscribed on the stone.

Suddenly, from behind the tombstone, the most hideous looking creature pops out, holding an assortment of torturous weapons of death. He was purple and patches of his fur were missing, revealing raw, pink, skin. There were horrible warts all over his body, oozing out pus. I couldn't see his face because he didn't have one. It was completely burnt off. Blood dripped from his yellowed fangs making him look even more gruesome. I was petrified. I slowly back up, stumbling over a gravestone. The monster walked towards me smiling evilly. I had just enough time to read the date of death inscribed on the bottom of the gravestone, and what I read made my blood freeze in my veins. It read: "she died on the 17th of April, 1999" it couldn't be! The 17th of April, 1999, is today!

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AN: If you both are reading this, remember, "misted glass swag"?