A Short Story : A Story?

Not much could be clearly seen, except for the vicious outline of the being that seemed to snarl and twist into several devious horns and spikes, each pointed up; beckoning for someone or something to stand in its way.

This place creeps me out,” said Max. John agreed with Max and the two boy headed of the five acre property. Suddenly a massive figure appeared out from behind a tree with something in his hand.

I noticed a short silhouette standing outside my window, but it was the hair that I recognized

I stared blankly as the, at first, blurry figure became clear. It was Naomi staring daggers at me.

I searched the room, looking for the source of the voice. I saw a figure mover in the corner.

I turned and looked at the sound of the voice to find an old man. He had wrinkles and freckles but instead of slouching like most old men do he stood tall like a tower. He had bright exotic green eyes and graying black hair that was combed to the side.

Though I had never seen it’s face, I had often heard it’s ‘voice’. Growls, groans, and various guttural noises would always reveal it’s presence. At times even the world ‘kill’ would come in with the same voice as the noises of the creature.

Only I could see it. I face it once more. Staring, daring, but it warped its face before

“Hello sweetheart” I hear a man whisper in my ear. I turn around so fast I heard my neck crack. I couldn’t see anyone. I set down my book I was reading and looked inside the Cafe I was sitting at but there was no man except for one man at the cash register.

It was October 16, 1973, however young Vanessa Freeburg had no indication of what the date was, or even meager things such as the time or day of the week. She sat in a room as dark as outer space, with no windows, scared out of her mind. The only thing going through her head were ways to get out any way she could. Vanessa looked around the room, trying to make sense of where each wall was, and searching for a door. The only thing she could hear was the sound of a delicate whisper coming from outside the room. She knew the voice instantaneously. It was the sound of the wicked man who had deceived her into accompanying him on a treacherous disaster.

Paul drove back to the hotel, thinking about Hector’s “Give me a couple days.” A couple of days. In the meantime, Mr. Cardi’s guys would pounce on them like starving pumas. He pulled alongside a Maricopa County Sheriff cruiser. Just look straight ahead, he told himself.

Everything hurt. Nothing about her body didn’t feel pain and burning as she tried to figure out her surroundings. Her mind scattered and couldn’t seem to place damn anything. But, it seemed to race faster than before, just intensifying the already searing headache thrust upon her.

Negan’s never been accused of having a handle on his emotions. Being with Lucille only exacerbated that quality in him. When he was with her, Negan was prone to dramatics. Negan wasn’t the only one to be so damn stubborn, though. Lucille was the exact same damn way about it. Lucille’s mother had put it in a nice way that still stuck with Negan to this day: “You’re young and passionate. So, what if that means you butt heads so much? That just means you’ll be even more passionate making up afterwards. And then I’ll finally get my grandchildren.”

that the unknown feeds off of fear. If it wasn’t for those small red lights sporadically posted to both exit signs I couldn’t see anything.

Cool, smooth fingers slid between mine and I glanced up in surprise. The figure beside me was tall and garbed in white, but when I tried to focus on their face, I found that their features were continually shifting and changing. I tried for a few moments to pinpoint the changes, to track which features changed when, but my focus would blur before I could manage it.