Creative creations

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For Nana ❤ - Creative Aficionado (Chloe)

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- Creative Aficionado

It was a strange day. The house was cold and the atmosphere was dead. The silence echoed throughout the house. Anna was all alone. She felt isolated but she knew too well that she was not alone. The walls watched her every move- never letting her out of sight. No one believed what was going on- not Josh, not her mother. No one. At night she’d stare into the corner of the darkness and see a floating mist. The emptiest mist you could imagine; imagining. That’s what she hoped she was doing. That morning, she had experienced things moving around on their own, objects being thrown and furniture being moved but she was convinced it wasn’t real. But what was real was that same mist. Josh had just got home from work. But instead, all she was fixated on was the glowing devil eyes that stuck out from the depressing mist of misery. She thought she was going crazy because Josh couldn’t see it even though she said it was right in front of him. She feared the worst. And she had every right to do so. “Josh I can’t deal with this anymore. I can’t believe you don’t see it its right in front of you!” Anna cried as she chased Josh up the stairs. He looked round and gave her a blank look. Probably not wanting to acknowledge the fact that he too had seen what Anna had seen. They crawled into bed-afraid as to what might happen. They turned round and stared at each other but not necessarily lovingly. They just stared at each other and said nothing and for the first time in a while both of them felt a sense of normality and peace. Like everything that was worrying them had just gone away. But then, just as they were falling asleep, all the good feelings were gone and the fear returned. A mist descended over Anna’s face. She opened her eyes to reveal these glowing orbs. Josh fell out of the bed in terror. To him, it looked like he was staring into the eyes of the devil. “Anna, what the hell is wrong with you?!” The two kept eye contact- not even blinking. The room turned cold, Josh glanced at the door, then turned back to Anna. They were both trapped. She was trapped in a mist, and josh was trapped in a weird devilish trance. He couldn’t move- glued to where he stood. The whole room started to turn into a blur- Josh saw the mist gather in front of him. There was a deafening silence… He ran. Ran for the door. As he exited, an immense force dragged him back into the room. Josh tried to claw himself free but he was fighting against nothing. His legs were being torn apart by the needle like claws of the mist. He kicked and wrestled his way free and rolled around the floor in a blind panic. He ran over to the bed where he’d left Anna. She was gone. He frantically screamed for her. But she had disappeared without a trace. “ANNA! ANNA WHERE ARE YOU?” He ran down the stairs and investigated every room. Turned furniture upside down, checked cloakrooms and closets a hundred times over. Nothing. But he still wasn’t alone. The eyes were watching him. Feeding off his pain and worry. Tormenting his loss and bewilderment. He sat for a while; dazed and confused, staring into nothing. Time passed and he found himself just staring- not sure at what, but staring. He felt paralyzed but was woken from his paralysis with a blood curdling scream. Anna. He lapped the house once more only to look out the window and found her being held up high over the pool by her throat- gasping for air-gasping for help. Josh turned to run back down the stairs but was confronted at the top by the misty shadow… ***** The police came round a few hours later after a disturbance call from a neighbour. What they found went down as one of the strangest murder cases of all time. There were no signs of struggle. No signs of anyone else being there other than the 2 victims…all they found was a body at the bottom of a bloody pool and a snapped neck at the bottom of the stairs. By Creative Creations/Creative Aficionado

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