Murder in the Dark
Tendrils of smoke billowed into the ominous night, covering the glowing moon like a curtain. Frost nipped at my frigid fingers as I scurried through the dark alleys which dripped in grime, towards the apartment prominent against the dismal streets. On the top floor of the building was a single dull light flickering feebly. Good, he was still home.
Adjacent to where I stood was a figure clad in grey with a cigar hanging precariously from the corner of his drooping mouth. His stance sent ice cold tremors down my spine and I quickened my pace desperately.
Guided by the dilapidated street lamp, I trudged to the entrance of the abandoned structure. It loomed into the sky, casting a foreboding shadow over me as if it was a giant. I pushed open the decaying wooden door, groaning as I screeched it across the coarse floorboards. Although I had seen his light, the building was unnervingly silent. I climbed the perishing staircase, dotted with holes like a Dalmatian. My heart pounded, threatening to leap out of my heaving chest. I stumbled over the last step, shrugged off my backpack and lay it on a sagging couch. Through the closed door at the end of the menacing hallway was a streak of white light and wisps of bitter, stale air. My stomach lunged into my throat. Placing my pale hand against the rough surface of the ligneous door, I gingerly opened it.
My brother was on the floor, his body crumpled with translucent arms crushed beneath him. His eyes were open, traumatized and lifeless.
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Crepuscular
Misteri / ThrillerWhen I'm lost for words and I'm listening to sad music, this is what my brain spits out.
