Let the past stay buried

The smell of decay carried on the wind. There was no obvious source, but that didn't stop them from looking for it.

The shadows curl and creep among the graves, beckoning and whispering.

Tonight they all want the same thing.

Fresh.....

The word seems to echo on the non existent wind.

But if the wind is nonexistent, then why are the trees rustling, or the gate creaking?

Still, though, they kept searching, paying no attention, or at least trying, to the ominous noises.

By this time, the shadows were excited. They got more courageous with their approach, as it seemed nothing would daunt the searchers.

However one little shadow, barely grown, went too far.

It reached out grasping the air and wove it's fingers around one of the living's ankles. The girl who had been chosen shrieked into the night, leaping forward and driving herself further into the weak light of the moon. The rest of the living, gathered around her, cautiously peeking into the dark, fearing what might lay waiting for them.

But the shadows were smart. They drew back, each claiming a grave for themselves, making themselves as small and dark as they could.

However the living had already been discouraged, for they had been plagued all night and, well, they would happily take any excuse to leave the terrifying place.

But, alas, it was too late for them.

The gate, which had been creaking pitifully all night, slammed against it's iron grating with a sound that seemed to echo over the land. Although no one could see, the lock was slowly being jiggled into place, trapping them in the graveyard.

One brave living person, stepped forward and, with a deep breath, rattled the iron gates, making a horrendous noise in the quiet night.

He quickly stepped back, into the comfort of his peers, faking a hand injury. The females of the group were sobbing now, their cries reaching out, calling out for help.

The shadows crept forward once more, not even trying to hide, why bother? There was nothing that could save them now.

The mortals pressed even tighter against each other, seeking protection from something they didn't even know.

The shadows stopped in a circle, surrounding them. They appeared to appraise their prey, like a farmer would a calf at a cattle market. There was then a flurry of whispers and calls, each sending chills down the spine.

Finally there was silence, broken only by the muffled sobs of the females.

The tension was thick, everyone, mortal and not, could sense it. The shadows seemed to share a unanimous look.

Then they struck.

A single scream pierced the air, and then, nothing.

All was well in the village once more.

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The prologue for my new story. First time writing, so try not to insult me too badly, however if anyone has any constructive criticism, please share it with me. I want to become a better writer.

Hope you enjoyed the prologue.

Angel x