The hall was fully dark, save for the flickering light from the candle. Kaiden sighed as he dwelled on the fact that a candle with a fragile light was the determinant as to whether he lived or die. He was with Alvarez and Allison, but they ditched him back at an intersection, seeing as they thought that he should have talked Kody out of doing his foolery.
He hoped with all his heart that he bumped into Summer, or Corin was at least alive.
"Aw man," he whispered, "I hope I don't die."
However, all of his hopes dissipated as a draft rolled through the house and his flame was blown out. "MAN, NO MAN!" cried Kaiden as he felt the full weight of his situation. "Jesus be a fence."
Quickly, he followed Kody's instructions and drew a circle around him. "7 seconds," he whispered to himself as he fumbled with the matches and balanced the candle between his jaw and collar bone.
The scratch and the subsequent tiny roar of a flame caused Kaiden's face to light up both with light and a smile. He removed the candle and lit it, and just in time, for right behind him was the skin walker, ready to sink his long, black, sharp claws into Kaiden's soft, squishy, blood filled body. Nevertheless, even if Kaiden had not light his candle in time, he was going to be spared, because someone who was even more delicious candle went out and so did their time.
On the other side of Kody's house stood Alvarez in the dark, matches soaked, salt spilt and candled rolled under a refrigerator.
You see, Alvarez had gotten hungry and thought it fit to raid Kody's fridge. Unaware to him, Kody's sister, Madison was too short to put the water pitcher back properly, and when Alvarez had opened the door to the freezer, the water tipped over, drenching him and the flame, hitting the candle, salt and matches out of his hand and made the matches unusable.
Tears ran down Alvarez's cheeks as he tried to scratch the matches and make a circle out of the spilled salt, and against his own common sense and silver lining searching, he counted down the seconds to his demise.
He got up and leaned up against the fridge door in the pitch-black hole that was Kody's kitchen.
Suddenly, it became cold, and a shiver ran down his spine. He closed his eyes shut out of fear and futility, seeing as he couldn't see anyway. Then, he felt it. The hot, moist, breath of something deadly. he didn't bother to open his eyes in fear of what lied beyond his eye lids.
"So, you called me and can't play my game," It said in a demonic voice. It snorted and Alvarez's glasses fogged up. "Prepare to meet your end."
Alvarez's eyes were still shut, and he was sweating bullets. Now he felt what Allison had felt when he had come face to face with this skin walker. Yet, he was quite surprised that he hadn't gotten a heart attack or passed out yet, seeing as his heart's BPM was off the charts.
There came a sudden yelp and the sound of salt falling on the floor. The sound of a match scratching filled the space in which Alvarez was standing and the comforting warmth of a flame washed over his face. He hesitantly opened his eyes to see...
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He hesitantly opened his eyes to see Summer standing there and holding out an extra candle.
"Hold this," she ordered as she put the box of salt under her arm. She opened her match box and took out half of the matches and shoved them in her pocket and tore her box in her half, giving Alvarez piece with a scratch pad and the other half of the matches. "Open your hand," ordered Summer again. She then took the box of salt and poured some into Alvarez's clammy hand.
"Thanks summer," said Alvarez with a rather off smile illuminated in the candle light, "But not everyone that you help is going to help you. Alvarez blew out Summer's candle and threw it to the other side of the kitchen, He then yanked the other half of the scratch pad out of her hand and knocked the salt of her other one. Turning tail, he ran out of the kitchen.
"I hope you die!" screamed Summer as she was left all alone in the pitch-black abyss.
10... she bent down... 9...8...7...6... She picked up as much salt as she can... 5... 4... 3... she drew her circle... 2...1... she swirled salt in her hand... 0... she threw the salt... 10... she ran... 9...8...7...6...5...4...3 she turned a corner...2... 1...0, she was almost caught. She threw more salt and dashed. 10... she reached into her pocket... 9... 8... she pulled out a match... 7... 6... 5... she grazed it against the wall... 4.... 3... the match broke... 2... she threw salt over her shoulder... the timer starts over.
Her heart was racing, her blood was hot, she was almost out of salt. All she wanted was for a match to light; and as if heaven had heard her prayers, a match scratched as illuminated a circle around her.
"Help!" she cried as she ran and tried to shield the precious flame. However, her luck went out and so did the flame. She reached into her pocket to only find the lining of her pocket. She shook her hand and not a grain of salt knocked against her palm. Her game was over. She was the next one to go. 3...2...1...0... the feeling of a wave of warm, moist breathing washed over the back of her neck, forcing her hair to stand on end. The feeling of a warm liquid ran down the leg of her pants as a sharp, clawed finger trailed down from her shoulder to her hand and back up to her shoulder.
She held her breath, which was probably her last as the breathing went from her neck to her ear.
"Game over," was whispered, followed by a bloodcurdling, ear splitting scream.
YOU ARE READING
Skinwalker
TerrorIt all started with a game... it all ended with death. This is something that I had to write for a writing workshop that I was apart of. It's a Bahamian twist of the midnight man.
