"So nice of you to come" he croaked.
He was wearing a dark cloak, the haunting hood covering his bleak face. I stood there stunned and unable to move as he exited the room moving swiftly, each footstep sending a shiver down my fragile spine.
He waltzes back in grasping another wooden chair in his frail hands. He places is in the middle of the harrowing room.
"Take a seat" he screeched.
I reluctantly obeyed. My bones shook as I lowered myself slowly to the chair.
He quickly got a rope and grabbed both of my blood filled arms with a crunch as he tied them behind me. The blood curdling room stared me right in the face as the doll-like people glared at me helplessly. He clopped slowly over to the first chair that contained the old rubber-faced woman. One foot in-front of the other.
Clop
Clop
Clop
"Where are my manners?" He spoke mockingly.
He walked closer and closer to the woman as he said
"Let me introduce you to my first guest" he croaked as he laughed evilly.
The old woman closed her eyes with fear as he ripped the grey tape from her mouth.
*riiipppp*
She clenched with pain as he grabbed her rubbery face and began to pull it off slowly. I screamed in terror at the sight until I realized, that wasn't her real face, but a mask. I looked closer as her bright green eyes glanced at me and her slightly silver brown hair fell lightly to her fragile shoulders.
"H-h-hello dear" she said calmly as a tear fell down her wrinkled cheek.
The old woman facing me, with the glowing green eyes was my mother.
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When Delath Strikes.(#Wattys2015)
Mystery / ThrillerDarkness 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...
