A sinister silhouette

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic


 

Alderon awoke from his late day slumber, sitting up he lifted himself from the sultry bonds of his ornately decorated bed. He looked out his window, the sky was comparably dark to his dim lit room. Momentarily captivated by the dancing light of a candle flame as it radiated light into his room, he shook his head reminding himself why he had awoken. He rose, taking the candle in his hand. Its light guiding him down the spiraling stairs of his tower. 

 

As he stepped out into the night, he locked the door, gazing skyward the macabre light from the blood moon giving its portion of the sky an eire orange tinge. He paused feeling something gazing back at him, the low light did not allow him to discern any outline apart from that of the spire. He shrugged it off and started down the street. He had no clue as to how late he would be, he only chronograph had broken the week prior. He rushed, turning off the main street and passed through a dank alley of the red light district of Tsukoi. 

 

The paper lanterns that populated the area, guiding him. He exited onto a corner of Tachibana lane, facing the side of his destination, the wilting lilypublic house. He rounded the front and pushed through the door hastily, his presence being noticed in the nearly empty bar by the city clerk. She waved him over and the two discussed the annual deficit as the moon rose higher into the night sky, by the time he had reached the front steps of his home the moon was high overhead, he reached for his keys, fumbling them and dropping them onto the cobbles below. He reached down, just as his finger graced their metallic sheen, the door creaked open. 

 

He thought it queer, he had been drinking but he could hardly believe he’d leave his own door unlocked. He readied his hand placing it on the handle of his dagger, pulling out the candle he had placed in his satchel earlier and reignighting its flame. He entered cautiously scanning the  lower floors for movement. His gaze yielded nothing, as he crept up the final set of stairs, reaching the door to his room. Tediously he pressed the door in, still finding no movement within.

 

 He opened it fully, placing the candle on the nightstand left of the head of his bed. 

Disrobing and reaching into his closet removing a set of silk pajamas. The window ahead of him, rattled vehemently before flying open with such terrific force as to knock him backwards, landing on his bed. Gazing skyward he noticed his shadow staring down at him. He froze, his body petrified with fear as the shadow’s sinuous tendrils reached down and lapped at  the bright flame, knocking the candle bed-ways, causing the bed to catch fire as smoke filled the room his assassin escaped into the dark, just one sinister silhouette in the night.








 


Submitted: April 26, 2020

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