it begins in the dark.
festering.
smouldering.
a hundred ghostly hands tapping feverishly against the glass of your window.
of course, blood. it seeps into cracks in the pavement, splotched on trembling hands that pull away from the neck of a man once living.
screams ricochet, and then fizzle out like a candle submerged in water.
one heartbeat.
two heartbeats.
three heartbeats.
heavily lidded eyes fly open. limp hands reanimate. ghastly, flea-eaten lips stretch back.
pound.
scratch.
slither.
watch out.
it's coming for your tongue!
don't look away.
blink and you're dead!
breathe.
breathebreathebreathebreathe.
breathe.
breathe.
breathe.
breathe.
breathe.
breathe.
beware, girl.
times like these are perilous; creatures of days bygone have begun to stir. i have heard the trees — they whisper of boys turned scarecrows and girls turned marionettes, and of strange spindling shapes that decay in the woodland murk.
and the thing in the dirt?
darling, it eats hearts.
a/n: horror slash dark fantasy concept thingy. do ya like it?
