It was the perfect night for an ambush. The wind was howling, and the rain was so heavy that I briefly wondered how the clouds managed to stay in the sky. Lightning struck everywhere you turned and the thunder made it impossible to hear anything above the thoughts inside your own head, drowning everything else out. I was five at the time, so my parents had me practising counting whilst they were out.
"One, two three."
Lightning struck, lighting up my backyard for a brief second before it returned to its original, haunting darkness.
"Four, five, six."
I saw it. A creature made of darkness, slowly inching its way towards a girl.
"Seven, eight, nine."
Something silver flashed as lightning struck again. The creature had a knife.
"Ten."
The girl let out a bloodcurdling scream and all I could see was red. I watched as her blood spilt over the flowers my mother had spent so much time planting. I watched the creature disappear, leaving me in a sea of silence and darkness, the dead girl's screams still ringing in my ears. I watched as lightning struck a tree and the whole town set on fire. I watched as they took the other children. I watched as the house burned around me. I did not run as men in suits took me. I watched as my town disappeared into the horizon and all that I love was burnt to ashes.
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Stolen Truth
Fantasy"One, two three." Lightning struck, lighting up my backyard for a brief second before it returned to its original, haunting darkness. "Four, five, six." I saw it. A creature made of darkness, slowly inching its way towards a girl. "Seven, eight, nin...
