They don't just go bump in the night...

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
In the core of midnight, with gleaming stars watching over, more eyes remain...

Submitted: November 05, 2007

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A washing blue above us accompanied by the twinkling stars at watch. The moon too was peering down from such a height, but we did not care.

Our hands remained intertwined by fingertips of our love, feeling each others' faces. Underneath such passionate darkness, I lay in his arms as we watched upward. This was truly love at its bliss.

He glanced at me with his warm smile than made my skin tingle in the heat of compassion:

'You know, I have never told you this...But I love you' he spoke. At first at that point I was riddled with hesitating doubt but with a blink I realised he could be...the one.

His face suddenly turned to stone as his head sharply turned to the right.

'What?' I asked gently as the less appealing tension formed around us, trapping us intently with haste. This tension forced me to grip his arm rather tightly.

'Stay here' he said with an eerie tone. And he released himself from my grip, off the car bonnet, onto the grass and his curiosity lingered around the rim of a tree arrangement.

I was left holding my shivering arms on the car, avoiding any concentration donated to the woods: an invitation for the mind to play tricks on me. So I stayed with my mind foused on the recent memory of his eyes.

I hear a screech in the backdrop and shook untamely. 'Alex?' I called out.

No answer.

Frustration buried in my mind not caused by just his lack of communication, but caused by the whole atmosphere that attacked my sanity violently. My terrified eyes searched right and left for any sign of him: a rustle of bushes, a disturbance of leaves, ANYTHING! With my prayers answers, he came staggering with lack of grace from a small opening with his arms quaking everywhere.

'Are you okay?!' I yelled with a slightly angry tone which was unintended.

He looked and squinted his eyes into mine which made me cautiously lean back. I again questioned his state and instead of that eerie stare of a reply, words took over him:

'They found us'

He fell on the ground, at my feet. I -stunned- blankly stared with mouth ajar. What did he mean? They found us? Who?

As my eyes rediscovered his presence, it came to my horror, the realisation of the massive injury imbedded on his back: a large, long wound tearing from the top of his spine, to the bottom, with a fountain of bloody spilling from every angle. This sight caused paralysis up my spine and the words 'help' sank off my lips like dying fireworks.

In the distance, screeching and bizarre, barbaric chanting could be heard which shook me up and down. Fortunately engaging movement as I sprinted as hard as I could with thoughts running faster: I just left him?! I can't believe I just did that! Was he really dead? What am I being chased from? Where can I go?...Why didn't I take the car?

But all of that wa far behind, just like Alex. Gone, forever. no time to return. Whoever attacked him, who ever they were, they did not make it safe, so I have to get out now!

Now I could hear calls, unnatural one's with howls and screams, terrifying me with a chill to the bone. I was suddenly lunged forward, hurtling to the ground with a painful thud! I lay there trying to catch my consciousness with my care, open hands. My head throbbed and my sight was smudged like a duster to chalk. Just as the step of regaining my mind was in grasp, my leg was too, something was crawling up it, with ahnds harshly printing onto my jeans, piercing nails that ran up my leg. My eyes met this being as I turned around.

'Alex?!' I shrieked with horror. it was him. His face, his eyes. But something different replaced his true nature, something, sinister almost. His eyes had a veining emptiness about them. I screamed with the action of his opening mouth. His teeth were rotting as I stared and his skin too, as if every second was a moment of decay. His teeth pounded for me. I yelled again, for help. No one could help. No one. A minute ago I had everything.


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