Haunting
@mxmaimelda
The darkness of the night, the shadows that lurked within one’s vision, those were peaceful and harmless shadows. But then there were the ones that hung in the peripheral. Those were the ones that gnashed sharp fangs at their victims and growled loud, obnoxious noises to those they deemed worth their haunting. Evil and insatiable creatures, beasts of the night, monsters that ran about in the moonlight. Ghosts, spirits, and shadows. The forest path provided perfect housing for these creatures, some were monstrosities yet to be imagined, and others were creatures of undefinable horror. Edges smeared away and faded out, these shadows jumped from crooked tree to crooked tree, from tombstone to tombstone-- were they tombstones? No... What rose from the ground on this forest path were simply rocks. The trees that danced in the wind were naked, barren, and dead, their skeletal arm reaching far into the heavens-- or at least trying to. In their desperation they trembled, they wept every time the wind tried to push them down; they would never feel the refreshing warmth of the heavens ever again, trapped with tombstone rocks and sandy dirt.
The darkened path was one that Scrooge found himself walking without much to do, his heart wanted him to for one reason or another. He felt his body prickle with anxiety and his mind race with slight fear, but there was an emotion that lasted over all of that, that proved more effective-- serenity. Despite the horror that he couldn’t see, the beady eyes that watched him as monsters licked their lips, he felt at peace in the wilderness. The shadowy night was cold and isolated but at the same time all around him he felt a story was being made. A story that was much greater than his own, one that he needed to see to believe and to understand. As he passed through the trees and the path grew thinner, the foliage encroaching where less people are bound to walk, he felt himself grow more anxious by the moment. The cautious steps now became quick movements of his as he searched out for something, anything... He had come out here to calm his nerves and now he was afraid that he may be just as lost as those souls that may be lurking in the shadows-- if he was than it wasn’t a problem, he’d find his way back in the morn... Even so there was a nagging in his brain that told him that perhaps there wouldn’t be a morning for him.
A figure, he swore he saw one... Not one of the false figures either, the ones that hide in the shadows-- no he believed he could see someone in the distance. Just barely. “Hello?” He called out to her just barely loud enough to be heard over the wind.
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