Post by chaotic on Mar 7, 2012 19:18:17 GMT -5
☺☻ Children lay to sleep as parents gather to watch the late night news,
its unsafe past 11pm the parents warn, but never say why. but those in the know
can tell you why, killers, psychos, rapists, moggers, and much more, even you could be
a danger if you drink behind the wheel. But all that is just the garbage you're meant
to discover if you disobey, the real reason, is something people have forgotten or tried
to forget. The supernatural that feeds on fear, thrive in the night as it hits the midnight hour,
would you say hi? would you be so kind? if you saw something so strange.
☺☻ At a large park where some dared to play basketball in the near
by courts, sand boxes shuffled and the earth trembled. Jungle gyms and playful structures
sunk beneath the earth in a quick blur after moments of vibrating oddly, this caught their
attention and being some of them were religious they could feel it, that vibe that creeps up
your spine telling you to leave. The few who stayed watched as the park vanished, in it's place
a black ditch with a perfect rectangular hole, it was so deep that only darkness peered up
at them in return. It was almost time, the midnight hour, and when it came one of their watches
beeped. ☺☻
☺☻ Beep.. Beep.. Beep.. a pause between the three beeps was enough time for
a figure to rise from the darkness, a long chimney followed by a dirty old wooden roof top.
A home was rising from this ditch or was it's grave. The men scattered away, one left
behind on his rear looking up as he had fallen. Before him an old shaken barely stable church
had filled the gap replacing the park, it's windows broken, it's structure leaning to the left,
a single touch could knock it over, but it was sturdy enough to tower two floors high with an
attic. Vines grew of pitch black against the sides, forming a foundation which held it still,
the inside was pitch black like the ditch it now filled. ☺☻
☺☻The male started to crawl away, but then the door with a long creek slowly opened
and his attempts to crawl were useless. A force pulled at his shoulders and ankles, dragging
him into the depths of the hollowed church, his screams silenced moments after a faint childish giggle.
The door slammed shut and the house remained awaiting the one who summoned it this fateful night,
the minds of mortals were easily swayed to believe the church had always been there and the poor
male's friends forgot he even existed. ☺☻
[The End?] No, just the beginning to this story, I will post more in due time, the more it's liked the more I'll focus on it.
[Inspiration]☻ Star ☺ Psychotic Super Star at www.Sciaphobia.chatango.com
She is a mentally deranged and insane character with a lust for heavy metal & guitars,
but her personality and loyalties are just some of her noticed features. She is a puppet,
or servant of the Grimm Reaper serving as a lesser reaper. Her means of travel differ, but
that is her main style of entering a new town, she takes a spot makes it her own and goes
to town. When she is either defeated of done, the home/church sinks away leaving a graveyard
with those she reaped, tombstones and all that have been battered and aged so bad they are unreadable.
