Short Story : Hide!
He didn’t know what to do as he heard the footsteps approaching him through the cemetery. There was more than one set of them, and if he didn’t find somewhere to hide and quick, whatever those feet belonged to would find him. And who knew what they’d do once they did find him.
Filled with terror, he ducked down behind a large gravestone, pressing himself against the cold surface as he heard the slow trudge of heavy footsteps coming closer, and closer, until they stopped a short distance from his current hiding spot..
His heart raced in his chest, pounding in his ears as he caught the reflection of fire light across the yard. His only hope was that they didn’t notice him, those monsters that had been chasing after him for so long. What did they want? Why were they chasing him? These were all questions that ran through his mind as he tried not to move, tried not to draw attention to himself.
Ever since his father died, he’d been visited upon by these strange creatures, always wanting to crush his soul and destroy his very being. Did their pursuit of him have anything to do with his father’s death, and the accident that had caused it? He did not know, and would rather not find out. In an almost supernatural way these creatures seemed to follow him wherever he would go, and nothing he could do could put a stop to their malevolent visitations. They recognised him wherever he went, as if they possessed some sort of sixth sense, and hounded him until he was almost driven out of his mind. Hiding may not stop these evil spectres from haunting him; hiding may just be one option that will not work forever.
The wind picked up through the cemetery, and the voices of the creatures carried to him on the wind. He heard their words, their sepulchral chant, their satanic lies, and he shuddered as he understood their meanings.
These creatures, these spirits of the night, wished him harm. And they would stop at nothing until they found him.
Finally realising just how futile it was to run from them, he stood up from behind the gravestone and faced the evil creatures that wanted to destroy him. He stared at them, desperately trying not to look as terrified as he truly was. The creatures stared back at him, their flickering lights dancing in the dark, casting long shadows that stretched out towards him, grasping at his legs. He tried to speak, but all that emerged from his tightening throat was a small grunt of fear.
“Tis the monster!” the first creature spoke, gesturing with a satanic trident, “Tis the monster that killed Victor Frankenstein!”
Originally Posted 15/1/2015
Result - Joint 3rd Place
Filled with terror, he ducked down behind a large gravestone, pressing himself against the cold surface as he heard the slow trudge of heavy footsteps coming closer, and closer, until they stopped a short distance from his current hiding spot..
His heart raced in his chest, pounding in his ears as he caught the reflection of fire light across the yard. His only hope was that they didn’t notice him, those monsters that had been chasing after him for so long. What did they want? Why were they chasing him? These were all questions that ran through his mind as he tried not to move, tried not to draw attention to himself.
Ever since his father died, he’d been visited upon by these strange creatures, always wanting to crush his soul and destroy his very being. Did their pursuit of him have anything to do with his father’s death, and the accident that had caused it? He did not know, and would rather not find out. In an almost supernatural way these creatures seemed to follow him wherever he would go, and nothing he could do could put a stop to their malevolent visitations. They recognised him wherever he went, as if they possessed some sort of sixth sense, and hounded him until he was almost driven out of his mind. Hiding may not stop these evil spectres from haunting him; hiding may just be one option that will not work forever.
The wind picked up through the cemetery, and the voices of the creatures carried to him on the wind. He heard their words, their sepulchral chant, their satanic lies, and he shuddered as he understood their meanings.
These creatures, these spirits of the night, wished him harm. And they would stop at nothing until they found him.
Finally realising just how futile it was to run from them, he stood up from behind the gravestone and faced the evil creatures that wanted to destroy him. He stared at them, desperately trying not to look as terrified as he truly was. The creatures stared back at him, their flickering lights dancing in the dark, casting long shadows that stretched out towards him, grasping at his legs. He tried to speak, but all that emerged from his tightening throat was a small grunt of fear.
“Tis the monster!” the first creature spoke, gesturing with a satanic trident, “Tis the monster that killed Victor Frankenstein!”
Originally Posted 15/1/2015
Result - Joint 3rd Place
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