After Night Falls

After Night Falls

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Horror
The wind howled through the abandoned compound, rustling leaves and debris. It was unclear to the group what had happened here, but the reddish-brown stains covering the ground was more than enough to inform them that whatever had happened three years ago did not end well. What they didn't know was that what had happened those years ago was about to repeat itself. And soon. ***Sorry for the absolute crap description, but I wanted this up here and I needed something to describe it. The story is much better written than this snippet here, so I apologize. But please, enjoy reading!***
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He still remembers it. The sound of bones breaking. The ringing. The voices. Their voices. His voice. But it shouldn't be possible. He sat in his bed, the darkness of the night making it hard to see at first. Sweat on his face- no whole body made it seem like just a bad dream. It was just that, wasn't it? Just a bad dream. But why was he feeling like he was being watched? Someones, or somethings eyes on his neck. Just waiting for a moment of weakness. Waiting for Finney to let his guard down, just to snap it. Something that only worsens it though, is that the other boys, which he had dreamed about, seem weird, strangely different than before. Or, Finney wakes up in the past with memories of the basement, but is telling himself it was nothing but a bad dream. But, of course, it is not. Because what kind of person am I to just let him and the other grave-boys just forget? Fair warning for this fic, English isn't my first language, so mistakes can/will happen. Secondly, some supernatural stuff will happen and will be discussed, but only in a way, that I think fits kinda in the story. (originally posted on my AO3 MariDreamLove )

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