You remember when you were little and your parents told you a bunch of stories to convince you to behave? As ridiculous as it sounds, this story is about a woman who tries to find to objects of her childhood torment.
Blythe Ivy Harper grew up curiou...
She stood under a lonely streetlight in an abandoned neighborhood, a lit cigarette resting between her lips. Her skin crawled as the wind kissed her skin in the most eerie fashion. The cold pole seemed to be her only protection from the Creatures. There were rumors going around about the abandoned street, all that circulate around the huge mansion the stood in the middle. The dark building was only lit by the red tint of the blood moon. She flicked the cigarette against the pole, sending the flaring ashes to the concrete, before looking around and doing as she was warned. The frail, and contradiction of the strength put into it, voice of the old woman that warned her about this street sounded in her ear as she made her way across to the mansion.
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"Watch for the eyes. They're hard to spot at first, so look out for the signs. It will start with a hiss, so quiet you won't hear it at first. Like a viper ready to strike. Then, the scratching, like cats on their post. It will draw you in, your curiosity will get the better of you, but remember, curiosity killed the cat. Then a light growl will fill the air...Then it will take you.".
The door to the building held the secret of two. They hide in the shadows, waiting for an unsuspecting victim to possess. Everyone knew of them, nobody has seen them, yet they're feared by all. Many legends have been told by older generations, some to get their children to behave, some as a joke, others as a caution to their kin. She was warned of the dangers yet, unlike others, she has chosen to risk her soul at this night, where there true forms are released at the mercy of the full moon.
She knocks at the door and walks in as the heavy door creaked open...
