Sinister

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
The darkness is always there, biding its time. Waiting to slip its tendrils around you and steal you away.

Submitted: December 20, 2018

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Home, safe and sane...right?
Darkness passing by, catches her vision. On the left? Or was it in front...She cannot recall.
Lurking, in the shadows, a figure. Tall, fluid, cloaked with night...Only, it is not night. Bright and sunny, not a cloud in the sky.
It must have been a trick of the light, a bird flying passed or the trees moving with the breeze. “Just finish the dishes girl, then we can go back inside,” she says, clucking at her skittishness.
Her hairs stand up, her body tenses, that shadow passes by again...Only this time.. She looks quickly to her left, she knows someone is there, perhaps it is only her sister. Sissy was one to play tricks and prank the poor girl.
Her breath stops, she freezes...The girl has every will to move or scream and yet...Paralyzed. Her feet glued to where she stood and hands shaking, dropping a dish into the sink.
Staring back at her, a figure cloaked in black. The face just barely visible, but grotesque by what she could make out. Ghastly white, grey eyes, and a smile that was so sinister.
It quickly covered the remainder of its face, walking...no gliding around the corner and behind her on the other side of the wall.
She paled and pushed her body to move, to speak, anything!
Finally, after seemingly hours, her hands could move. She rapped the table next to her, in her head screaming, “Help!” but only making out a mumble, strained and quiet.
She tried to hit the table harder, feeling the dark figure creep up closer behind her. It was as if it melted through the wall; its breath on her neck, rancid, and what felt like tendrils slithering around her neck to try and silence her.
Finally making enough noise to summon some sort of help, she felt heat and constriction...Her eyes going wide at first, then slowly lilting shut, the oxygen leaving her lungs.
Her sister sauntered in, laughing out a, “What’s wrong? Can’t handle some dishes?”
But her brows raised upward quick, hands covering her mouth as the laughs silenced and screams took their place. Sinister had taken another victim, her feet dangling midair as the sister looked on in horror as nothing was behind her. Nothing was holding her up.
The screams finally echoed and never stopped.


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