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Standing between the tall, dark shadows of towering trees, she gazes up at the tiny ray of white light provided by the equally tiny crescent of the moon. A few moments go by while the wind gently tugs at her clothes from all around her. Silent whispers surround her from the low-lying leaves scattered generously on the ground. Sighing, she finally turns her head away, her tear-streaked face now camaflouged along in the darkness....

The girl is back. This time she spares more tears than before. It doesn't take long to realise somethings wrong. But this time its something big. Something as big that includes me....and you.


Submitted:Jul 30, 2011    Reads: 33    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


The silence isn't as loud as first anticipated. It doesn't take long to stop for a second and tilt forward in hope to catch a slight sound that will help rest the mind. A moment passes, then a door swings open and the scraping sound of bare feet against the long, uneven grass fills the noiseless night air. The sound edges nearer as the owner of the quite loud feet emerges through the gaping hole in the hedgeright at the endof the crowd of trees. The trees that led to the start of a wood.

A muffled sniff, and then an escaped sob. And then, with a couple more gentle scratches against the bark of the unsuspecting trees, and she arrives.

She stands there for a minute or two, while it becomes clear that a few tears are making their way down her pale cheeks. She looks very pale, as she always did, standing there against the almost black darkness of shadows that hid the true identities of all that lives in the wood. Almost like a white silhouette; like a white marble statue or as if she was always painted there permenantly in the scene. Because that was how it was; she came so often, she may as well belong there with all the other occupants. If only she knew...

There she still stands, almost as if she's waiting...hoping...

Then, standing between the tall, dark shadows of the towering trees, she gazes up at the tiny ray of white moonlight provided by the equally tiny crescent of the moon. A few moments go by while the wind gently tugs at her clothes from all around her. Silent whispers surround her from the low-lying leaves scattered generously on the ground. Sighing, she finally turns her head away, her tear-streaked face now camaflouged along in the darkness....

And then she turns, and looks at you.

You are surprised at first and look bewildered and yet she still gazes at you, searchingly. She lets out another sigh, but before she can look away again, you take a step forward. She can't look away, gazing straight at your face. Suddenly theres a dramatically loud bang behind you, and you jump, letting go of the invisible connection of gazes that were held between you and her. She finally turns away, almost as if she's confused, even though she has no reason to be. She frowns for a moment, while you turn to look behind you slowly.

There is nothing there; atleast nothing worth to be seen.

You turn your head back while she begins to walk away. You try to yell out, cry, shout, anything, just to make her turn back, but nothing happens. Because, you realise, your mouth doesn't open. It's almost as if someone is not letting your lips part away from eachother. This reminds you of something, but before you can reach out and grab the thought back, your realise again that the she is leaving.

You try and reach forward, because you are definitely close enough to grab her, to jolt her back into your world. Because, your world is out of reach. Out of reach for her atleast, and your realise that you need to do something about it.

She's walking away now, and you look at your hands, wondering how she got away from your usually firm and precise grip. There's nothing to it; you can't do what you want to do, no matter how bad you want it. Almost like a dream, you think, and then gaze after her in unimpressed amazement. Which are two opposite words but who cares, you shrug.

You walk forwards, while she edges between the last of the trees. She's getting away, you realise and a stab of panic rushes through you. You can't do anything, you know, but there's just one thing. You shut your eyes and count to five, and then without any warning you spin around.

The girl is there, right behind you, her terrifyingly pale face staring right into your own shocked face.

You gulp, while a slow grin runs across her blood red lips. This is impossible, you think, while at the same time you don't want her to be a vampire. And let me assure you, dear reader, she isn't, because she's actually standing right behind you, gazing at you in concern and also qestioningly, wondering what your doing here, with a shocked expression on her face, because she can't believe she was actually leaving the wood while forgetting about you completely. But a few words of advice: don't look behind you yet; the face that is gazing at you right now just has to go.

So you step forward and keep going till you feel as though you've hit a solid surface almost like a wall. You keep your gaze focused in front of you, not daring to do so much as even breathe noisily through your fear-flared nostrils. You can't see much, since it isvery dark and so you reach out timidly to rest your hands on a rough barrier right in front of you. You edge around towards the left and keep your hands sliding along on the barrier. You stop as soon as you feel you've reached a door. Cautiously, still forcing yourself not to look behind you, you reach down for the doornob. A few seconds go by, as you realise that you can't find one. Frantically now you try seaching harder, blindly, as a chilling feeling seeps down your spine and then your entire back. There is no doornob, you almost cry, but stifle your despaired moan quickly, by biting your lip. A tiny pain on your bottom lip, and you are greeted by a joyous feeling as you reassure yourself that you can feel.And just like that, the surface of door in front of you gives way and opens backwards, leaving a thin gab for you to enter through.

It is dark inside too, but not as dark as it were outside. The room, or whatever the space right inside the door is called, smells rather funny, you relay. You try to wrinkle your nose, but realise you can't and give up, trying to not let the now familiar sinking feeling take over your mind again. So you step forwards into a pathway of light and enter a hallway.

And it's not just any hallway, it's yours.

Because, your remember, you've left your shoes lying just like that, in the middle of the hallway floor. And it looks as though you've just entered through your front door. Slowly your gaze moves upwards and you stare at the face of the girl.

Her gaze meets yours at exactly and precisely the same second, and surprisingly the same chilling feeling descends your spine as previously. She looks at you as though she remembers you from somewhere, but can't yet recall where. But you don't feel the same. And just for a second you let yourself blink and your standing outside once again...

The silence isn't as loud as first anticipated. . A moment passes, then a door swings open and the scraping sound of bare feet against the long, uneven grass fills the noiseless night air. The sound edges nearer as the owner of the quite loud feet emerges through the gaping hole in the hedgeright at the endof the crowd of trees. The trees that led to the start of a wood.

A muffled sniff, and then an escaped sob. And then, she arrives.

She stands there for a minute or two, while it becomes clear that a few tears are making their way down her pale cheeks. She looks very pale, as she always did, standing there against the almost black darkness of shadows of the wood. She came so often, she may as well belong there with all the other occupants. If only she knew...

There she still stands, almost as if she's waiting...hoping...

A few moments go by while the wind gently tugs at her clothes from all around her. Sighing, she finally turns her head away, her tear-streaked face now camaflouged along in the darkness....

And then she turns, and looks at you.

And in that moment, precisely and ecatly in that moment, she remembers you. And you remember.

And before youcan stop yourself, your head turns and looks behind you. And she's standing there, her gruesomely pale face drenching with blood. She reaches your hand to touch your face.

And you blink and she's gone.

Your standing in the middle of your hallway. And in exactly the place where she was standing lays a tiny baby playing in a car seat. She looks as though she's totally oblivious to the world around her. You stand there panting, as finally the baby raises her head to gaze at your face.

Your little baby sister looks right into your eyes, and before you can stop yourself, you look behind you and a terrifyingly, horrifically, abnormally pale, bruised face, dripping with blood, looks back at you. And there is nothing in the world that can make it go away.

Or maybe there is.

But you can think of how to do that.

BecauseIthink I'vedone enough for now, don't you?





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