Chapter 3 - At the end...
Submitted June 14, 2006 Updated June 14, 2006 Status Incomplete | Okay this is a Horror type story. Sorry for any spelling mistakes by the way! Not much else to say about this story, you'll see what happens as you read on :) Hope you will like it^^
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Chapter 3 - At the end...
Chapter 3 - At the end...
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A thug on her dress….
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A small hand reached up with outstretched, chubby fingers and touched her lightly on her cold, tense hand, which immediately loosened its rigor mortis like grip. Slowly as if she had forgotten all her fears she tilted her head and gazed at the tear drenched face of a little girl.
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Slowly the little girl clasped the woman's cold hand and quietly persuaded her out of her chair. Silently without a word, the woman stood up and turned away from the fire place. Her eyes were staring at this mysterious girl with her creamy-white embroidered dress and golden ringlets. The girls face and icy blue eyes were red and distorted with a silent sadness. She coaxed the woman with her sad mysterious face to walk silently to the centre of this dark room. The woman was hypnotised and gently took the little girls hand and aloud herself to be lead. Her eyes were now dull and pupils dilated in the darkness, her face showed the same stony, lonesome expression but now with the same hint of sadness as the girls.
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As they reached the centre of the giant room, the grand furniture around them all covered in white sheets, the little girls stopped.
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The frosty moonlight poured in through the tall, thin windows of the room, leaving long pale blue-white stripes of cold light on the otherwise dark floor. It was all so still, a silent time capsule, not even the dull sound of the whistling wind or the swaying shadows of the leafless trees in the moon-light could be hard or seen. The fire that had been crackling was now no more than black embers, dead and cold. No kind, warm light, only darkness.
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The woman continued to stare down at the little girl. A strange sense of malevolence entered the motionless cold air of the room. A wicked, burning sensation cut the woman's throat at every breath. It irritated her as if thousands of nettles caressed her skin with their stinging leaves. The little girl turned her head upward towards the woman, but she was not crying, her face not red with tears, but an evil grin. Her eyebrows lowered and eyes took on a black shadow, engulfing their icy blueness. The woman quickly woke from her hypnotised state and looked frantically around in horror.
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From the dark shadows of the room came figures of pure black, a rough outline of their shape contrasting with the pale moonlight. They seeped from the shadows like black oil which had taken form and movement. Shadows of people, each with their own distinctive inhuman features. The woman twisted and spun looking all around. They had encircled her, a perfect circle, and a circle growing tighter and tighter at every heart beat. She opened her mouth and let out a helpless gasp of fear. She was shaking uncontrollably and she could feel her knees give way with spin. She twisted around and around in this circle, the terror she felt penetrating deeper and deeper into her as is someone had plunged her into an icy cold bath of water. She was in a frenzy of mindless panic, petrified beyond sense.
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Screams, blasphemous screams, so high pitched rang agonizingly in through her ears; she tore at them insanely, her nails digging into the soft flesh, ripping it effortlessly. Closing her eyes tightly she tried to block off the insane thoughts racing through her mind. She screamed and finally crumbled to the floor, sweet blood trickling over her cold cheeks and dry lips. “She who lost…” The screams began to taunt, over and over again.
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The enclosing circle of figures had ceased and stood entirely still, taunting from afar, as if making an evil mockery of the blood-covered woman screaming and whining on the floor.
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The woman screamed until her throat was raw and the taste of blood in her mouth overpowered her. Her hands clutched at her ears and eyes and as her screams grew into painful whines she noticed the screaming of the figures had ceased, as if there never had been a sound made. Had she imagined it? Had they even opened the red, fire-licked pits that defined their mouths? It seemed now as if she had dreamed the screams. She looked up confused and a small seed of hope twisted its cruel roots inside of her. The figures she could still see, they had not gone. Each bowed their heads and stood unnaturally stiff. And then, directly in front of her turned head she saw the familiar leather boots of someone she had never forgotten.
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Before her stood the instantly recognisable form of her husband, he was as she remembered him, tall, straight -backed with a well combed mass of brown curly hair. She saw him now in a strange new light, as if all this darkness did not affect him even in the slightest. She stared in awe from the floor and painfully began to crawl to her knees. She was in a state of semi-consciousness, surreal reality, this was ludicrous! Perhaps nothing but a figment of subconscious imagination and longing! Some thing she could never quite accomplish or even grasp in her pitiful everyday life she found in her fantasies, convoluted and twisted as they may be. Her strange mind worked itself through solitude and her subconscious second, doubtful vice which echoed her every thought drove her to this state.
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She looked up and with her outstretched hand made to clasp happiness the final time as the encircling figures of black closed in swiftly, shrouding her in threatening darkness.<font color="Black"> </font>
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A thug on her dress….
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A small hand reached up with outstretched, chubby fingers and touched her lightly on her cold, tense hand, which immediately loosened its rigor mortis like grip. Slowly as if she had forgotten all her fears she tilted her head and gazed at the tear drenched face of a little girl.
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Slowly the little girl clasped the woman's cold hand and quietly persuaded her out of her chair. Silently without a word, the woman stood up and turned away from the fire place. Her eyes were staring at this mysterious girl with her creamy-white embroidered dress and golden ringlets. The girls face and icy blue eyes were red and distorted with a silent sadness. She coaxed the woman with her sad mysterious face to walk silently to the centre of this dark room. The woman was hypnotised and gently took the little girls hand and aloud herself to be lead. Her eyes were now dull and pupils dilated in the darkness, her face showed the same stony, lonesome expression but now with the same hint of sadness as the girls.
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As they reached the centre of the giant room, the grand furniture around them all covered in white sheets, the little girls stopped.
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The frosty moonlight poured in through the tall, thin windows of the room, leaving long pale blue-white stripes of cold light on the otherwise dark floor. It was all so still, a silent time capsule, not even the dull sound of the whistling wind or the swaying shadows of the leafless trees in the moon-light could be hard or seen. The fire that had been crackling was now no more than black embers, dead and cold. No kind, warm light, only darkness.
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The woman continued to stare down at the little girl. A strange sense of malevolence entered the motionless cold air of the room. A wicked, burning sensation cut the woman's throat at every breath. It irritated her as if thousands of nettles caressed her skin with their stinging leaves. The little girl turned her head upward towards the woman, but she was not crying, her face not red with tears, but an evil grin. Her eyebrows lowered and eyes took on a black shadow, engulfing their icy blueness. The woman quickly woke from her hypnotised state and looked frantically around in horror.
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From the dark shadows of the room came figures of pure black, a rough outline of their shape contrasting with the pale moonlight. They seeped from the shadows like black oil which had taken form and movement. Shadows of people, each with their own distinctive inhuman features. The woman twisted and spun looking all around. They had encircled her, a perfect circle, and a circle growing tighter and tighter at every heart beat. She opened her mouth and let out a helpless gasp of fear. She was shaking uncontrollably and she could feel her knees give way with spin. She twisted around and around in this circle, the terror she felt penetrating deeper and deeper into her as is someone had plunged her into an icy cold bath of water. She was in a frenzy of mindless panic, petrified beyond sense.
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Screams, blasphemous screams, so high pitched rang agonizingly in through her ears; she tore at them insanely, her nails digging into the soft flesh, ripping it effortlessly. Closing her eyes tightly she tried to block off the insane thoughts racing through her mind. She screamed and finally crumbled to the floor, sweet blood trickling over her cold cheeks and dry lips. “She who lost…” The screams began to taunt, over and over again.
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The enclosing circle of figures had ceased and stood entirely still, taunting from afar, as if making an evil mockery of the blood-covered woman screaming and whining on the floor.
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The woman screamed until her throat was raw and the taste of blood in her mouth overpowered her. Her hands clutched at her ears and eyes and as her screams grew into painful whines she noticed the screaming of the figures had ceased, as if there never had been a sound made. Had she imagined it? Had they even opened the red, fire-licked pits that defined their mouths? It seemed now as if she had dreamed the screams. She looked up confused and a small seed of hope twisted its cruel roots inside of her. The figures she could still see, they had not gone. Each bowed their heads and stood unnaturally stiff. And then, directly in front of her turned head she saw the familiar leather boots of someone she had never forgotten.
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Before her stood the instantly recognisable form of her husband, he was as she remembered him, tall, straight -backed with a well combed mass of brown curly hair. She saw him now in a strange new light, as if all this darkness did not affect him even in the slightest. She stared in awe from the floor and painfully began to crawl to her knees. She was in a state of semi-consciousness, surreal reality, this was ludicrous! Perhaps nothing but a figment of subconscious imagination and longing! Some thing she could never quite accomplish or even grasp in her pitiful everyday life she found in her fantasies, convoluted and twisted as they may be. Her strange mind worked itself through solitude and her subconscious second, doubtful vice which echoed her every thought drove her to this state.
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She looked up and with her outstretched hand made to clasp happiness the final time as the encircling figures of black closed in swiftly, shrouding her in threatening darkness.<font color="Black"> </font>
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