Creepy Little One-Shots

Angel

She raised her hands to the sky the wind whipping her billowing red dress against her bare legs and her black hair against her neck. Her mouth was wide open and from it spilled forth sharp, otherworldly sounds; tumbling and weaving themselves into things of blood and beauty alike. 

An exorcism. With every word her pale, white skin became even paler until it was almost translucent with shadows visible, writhing around underneath it, until, with a final bloodcurdling scream they all rushed out her mouth into the open heavens.

When they were all gone she lowered her arms.

And promptly collapsed onto the ground. She lay there for a while breathing heavily, drowning in the immense piles of red silk, looking for all the world like she was lying in a puddle of her own blood.

That was when she noticed a man observing in the distance.

No, not a man.

An angel.