Thunder clapped sending birds out of their nests. It was fifteen minutes to midnight, the sky was dark and there was no sign of stars. It started to drizzle but it was obviously deceptive, small creatures could be heard scampering away to safety, just then there was a flash of lightning followed by another deafening thunder and a violent storm started. The wind was howling aggressively, the trees danced ferociously shedding most of it's leaf.
Nearby was a community cemetery, a flash flood gushed into the cemetery washing away its top soil and clearing anything in its path. Not too far from the cemetery gate was a tombstone and engraved in it was; Gabrielle Arnold. Sixteen years. Born 1998. The grave was dug and a coffin was inside the ground but the hole was uncovered. Water gushed into the hole and almost filled it immediately.
It struck 12 and immediately there was another lightning, thunder clapped ominously. Suddenly the uncovered hole began to dry up; the flash flood somehow escaped the hole. The coffin began to shake violently just then it creaked open and immediately a girl start up, her head turned upwards as she opened her eyes, her lipless mouth flung open wider than normal, her lower jaw touching her neck. There was no sign of a tooth or tongue, at the left side of her chest was a hole as if a knife had been impaled in it. Her skin was as white as snow but sank into her bones which made her look like a skeleton. At once a gust of black air escaped from her mouth as she exhaled deeply and it vanished almost immediately; with that grey eyes rolled back. She fell back and her coffin closed, then the flash flood began rushing into the hole again. It wasn't too long before the storm stopped and the stars twinkled as if nothing ever happened.*************
The winds rested, the night was calm and peaceful.
YOU ARE READING
The Living Shadow
Horror"Ring o' ring o' roses, a bucket full of ashes, you bullied me, I killed myself now it's your turn" She must revenge! she must take them all down 1, 2, 3, till the last of them