I sat thoughtfully in my deep green armchair located in the corner of my empty living-room. My deep, brown ,old wooden floor creaked with the slightest of movements.
Thoughts about the mysterious old man flooded my mind as confused thoughts about how my mother acted were added to the mix.
*tap tap tap*
I flinched and jumped wearily at the sound and stepped towards the old window. The cool draft from the cracked window frame hit my face as I stared out into the darkness. Then suddenly a bleak and dark hand appeared as it gently tapped the window. I shut the blinds suddenly and I sat promptly into my armchair . The silence of the room was broken by my loud and rapid heart beats as there was a quiet knock at the door. I creeped towards the door and reluctantly opened it, my body protected by the door with only my head poking out.
There he was.
The frail old man. I jumped with horror and politely asked
"C-c-can I h-help you...sir?"
"Margret." he said sternly.
"Pardon?" I replied, confused as to why he said my mothers name as she had never lived there.
His crooked back straightened and he stood tall, towering over me, the living room light lit the door way and his face came into light.
Even though the sharp light shone on his face, there was only darkness, no face to be seen, just a jet-black shadow lined with his silver hair. At that moment I looked down wearily and the rest of his body matched his lack of features.
"Wh w-ho are you?" I said trying to control my voice
"I am Delath."
Before I could scream, or even let out a shiver, he was gone. As if the darkness of Delath itself absorbed him like they were one.
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When Delath Strikes.(#Wattys2015)
Misterio / SuspensoDarkness spills into the skies that hang heavily over a small, mysterious town called Delath. Legend has it a shadowy figure looms in the night-time of delath, but everybody fears to tread outside at night to find out if the Legend is true. One of...
