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Alicat Member Elite
since 1999-05-23
Posts 4094Coastal Texas 
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Who could have known? A sleepy village seemed ideal for a break from city pressures. Curiously, no men could be seen. I simply assumed they were out and about, tending fields, crops, cattle, quite failing to properly read the eyes and stances of the many women running shops and stores. I was never warned. A curious house stood not far from my rented cabin. It was a narrow three storied affair with a steep green slate roof. One night, I awoke in the early hours sensing something amiss. Out of my window I saw the flicker of flame from within that house. The flicker grew and spread quickly; there was a fire and no men to fight it. I quickly dressed and ran towards that strange structure, strange in that it seemed to shift and change when not directly observed. I could smell the char, but could not find a way inside. Around the side was an odd sight: an open screened window, an upside-down water spigot, and a length of hose running through a small slit in the screen. Tearing the screen open, I saw that the window gave access to a narrow stairway. The hose vanished into one of the steps, though the nozzle was exposed. Grabbing the nozzle I ran upwards towards the reddish glow. Water sprayed, the fire popped out, and an amber light suffused the insides. There was no sign of fire, no sign of char, no smoke. Hearing a noise to my left, I poked my head through a doorway, seeing a young girl, no older than ten, sitting on the edge of a bed reading. She looked up at me and simply said, rather huskily, 'Good job.' Startled, I quickly made my way back to the stairway and down, where meaty thwacks could be heard. The stairway ended in a foyer. A sitting room was forward, where sat an old man rocking back and forth, his eyes shut. Down a side hall could be seen a kitchen, where an angry woman glared hatefully at me, all the while forcefully cutting meat with a large cleaver. Turning to leave this hostile place, I heard a heavy thunk. Glancing fearfully back, I saw the cleaver stuck in the butcher block, quivering in an empty room. The parlor was empty though the chair still rocked. Burnt timbers flickered on the edge of sight. I had to leave. The old man was there, before the front door. He looked up at me, his pupils grew and consumed his eyes, then leaked, leaving dark trails down his rutted cheeks. His cracked lips parted and sepulcher breath smelling of beetles washed over me. He simply said, 'I can sleep, now that you are here.' I stumbled back, slipping on the moss slick bones of prior men. I was never warned. Neither were you as my pupils grow and consume my eyes, leaking dark fluid down rutted cheeks. Alicat 7/22/05 |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
LOL now...why did this make me laugh instead of shake with fear? I'll be back later, not necessarily with an answer though. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
"Around the side was an odd sight: an open screened window, an upside-down water spigot, and a length of hose running through a small slit in the screen. Tearing the screen open, I saw that the window gave access to a narrow stairway. The hose vanished into one of the steps, though the nozzle was exposed. Grabbing the nozzle I ran upwards towards the reddish glow. Water sprayed, the fire popped out, and an amber light suffused the insides. There was no sign of fire, no sign of char, no smoke." AND THEN? "She looked up at me and simply said, rather huskily, 'Good job.' Startled, I quickly made my way back to the stairway and down, where meaty thwacks could be heard." MEATY THWACKS? The stairway ends in a foyer!?! *shaking my head* I ain't touching this one with a ten foot pole.  and on that rather Freudian note, I'll simply "page" the good doc! egads, bro!  |
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Alicat Member Elite
since 1999-05-23
Posts 4094Coastal Texas |
Thanks for the replies. This was a dream last night that really creeped me out...just the way those eyes went from normal to liquid black, spilling over the lids in dark smears of ink. Writing it creeped me out, and thinking of it now creeps me out. Had to edit, as a part I had forgotten crept into my mind as I was watching lightning over the mountains. [This message has been edited by Alicat (07-22-2005 11:24 PM).] |
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