Carole's Sacrifice: A Narrative Fiction

I peered around through the rain, desperately searching for some shelter, I was drowning out here. The trouble was, I wasn’t in the best part of town, and in fact it was more than a little dodgy. I know this is my home turf but even I had to be careful. At least I seemed to be the only one out here on such an awful night. The rain was so powerfully loud I couldn’t hear should anyone try and creep up on me. I also couldn’t see very far with the rain so heavy and of course there were no street lights, they’d been broken long ago. The one place I knew I could safely enter was the church, so I dashed.

As I walked, the air of this haunted, dreadful and sorrowful land had sucked the life out of everything and roared as humanity began to disappear. As I carried on walking, I noticed that the small fraction of light was getting smaller and smaller, until it had been engulfed into a think black ash like smoke. Aggressively, the wind walked past the building with its cruddy feeling, blowing away all signs of life. Deeper and deeper into the land was a burning car door. The fire roared and crackled. The roaring and crackling of the burning car door merged with the aggressive air and created the loudest sounds ever heard on land. Growing darker, the skies made me feel nauseous. The fear of not waking up if a human fell asleep towered

Deafening screams ricocheted off the gray, blood-smeared cement walls.  My body became blanketed with a cold sweat, that made it hard to decide whether I was warm or freezing.  I received small glances of my surroundings as the strobe light blinded me.  My nose was filled with a pungent odor, making it impossible to breathe.  I thought I knew what I was getting myself into, but I was wrong.

The eerie feeling the surrounding lake gave me was threatening, so threatening it made me want to turn back. Usually I can handle cases like this, but this time it was different. It was pitch and the only hint of light was the moon reflecting of the soft waves of the water. The only sounds was the tide, splashing against the old dock I was standing on at a steady pace. I watched my surrounding cautiously. You could never be too careful out here, but with a job like mine, you always have to be careful.

I just ran. Before I knew it, I was out of the trailer and walking back down the trail. That’s when the real fear set in, it’s strange how you feel so open and exposed walking on a trail. The trailer was sitting there it looked almost evil. I turned a corner and it disappeared out of sight. But the feeling of being followed remained. The trail was almost a trench carved in along a steep hill one side it sloped down and you could see a small pond. I began to visualize what could've happened. The different ways it could’ve ended. I wanted to go back and see if someone was really there, but I knew that would be a waste of time. I summed it up in my head as the wind pushing the door open. I still constantly turned back, looking over my shoulder to see if there was some truth to what I thought, if something was actually following me. It was a windy day out and as the wind the blew the trees would creak and crack. Branches fell off and slammed on the ground crashing down and taking other branches with it. The sound was amplified through the quiet and almost sleeping woods. It was strange, there were no animals, no squirrels or chipmunks. The woods were dead. I was still looking over my shoulder every now and again, still startled by what I had experienced. The walk took way longer than it should’ve. It felt like the seconds were minutes and no matter how fast I walked I couldn't keep up with the pace in my mind.

I walked down a hallway that seemed to stretch endlessly before me. The frosted glass window on the door that spelled doom seemed to stretch further away with every step I took toward it. My heart began to beat at a more brisk pace, my palms began to sweat, and my eyes narrowed on the shiny clean brass doorknob. I had completely forgotten my mother was alongside me until she had to pull me back into reality. She grabbed my arm and tugged me forward. With slight resistance to her strong grasp we dredged on toward the door. I watched in slow motion as the doorknob turned and a giant mad scientist smiled down at me. The angle of his head allowed sadistic shadows to stretch down upon his glowing evil eyes, and his curled, sinister smile.

Upon taking a flashlight, brand new with full battery life, into the tunnel, I found the fuse box that controls the lights overhead. After opening it, I found all the fuses were in perfect condition and functional, once confirming this fact I proceeded to move the switch into an upwards position to test if power was still coming in. To my surprise, the light came on without hesitation, save for the few that blew out instantly. With the lights now on, I ventured farther into the tunnel to record its length and depth. At around one mile in, the smell of decay and old blood was becoming stronger and the walls were beginning to turn red from what I can confirm to be blood, purely that of a

Just as I opened the door from the boys’ floor, I stumbled onto Mr. Farrow and that freakishly unhot witch from downstairs, Mrs. Singer. So I kept running. I had to or else they'd catch me and I would essentially be dead meat. It was truly a life or death situation.

Then suddenly, a disconcerting fear latches onto your cold shoulder holding you tight. What if these walls eat you alive? What if the only things you will ever see ever again are the scuffed tile floors, plain walls, and flickering fluorescent lights? The fear makes your head spin, yet it yanks you back to this moment with its boney, thin, gray

Diane was almost _certain_ that her injuries would catch up fairly soon with the lack of pain she could feel the adrenaline still pulsing. Nevertheless, it wasn't the worst injury she had sustained, although it looked awful. The wendigoes had certainly outdone them. At the very least they had a weakness most of the sins could handle.

To the right of me, the lifeless street was lined up with parked cars that intensely watched your every movement like a predator watching its prey, waiting for the right moment to take its life. On my left were houses, apartments, and businesses that are packed together like little deceased sardines that just stare at you with their unblinking eyes; which are packed together in a small tin can. I stopped in my tracks as a silhouette jumped out of the shadows and into my path. Standing before me was a creature. Odd? I raised an eyebrow at the creature that was four times larger, then the average gray wolf. Its fur mimicked that of

John pulled up to the rocky crooked edged driveway, he left his family in the car to check the house out. He came to an old brick mansion with green dull vines like sinister snakes along the sides of the outside wall. John saw the door open automatically, his bones were rattling in his body as if they were shouting to each other. He walked up the stairs that lead in the house as they screamed to him, it was like a girl dying painfully. He stepped into the house cautiously. A laugh appeared in the hallway. It was a deep laugh as if it was echoing throughout your ears. Footsteps came towards him slowly. They were moving so sluggishly you could barely here the floorboards creaking. John’s face was as pale as a ghost. You could hear his hearts

Standing there I can taste the bitterness of minerals in the musty damp air. The air is moist and cool to the touch, I can almost see my breath as walk about the cavern. I am stopped in the center of the room just as the world around me becomes black. All of the lights have been shut down. I am enveloped in the blackness that surrounds me. I can feel my heart pounding out of my chest, knowing that this is the truest black that I have ever experienced. As I adjust to my surroundings I don’t hear a single voice, or any noises at all. My senses are heightened now and I am able to feel a slight breeze across the nape of my neck. I can feel the moisture of the air on the palms of my hands as I clench them together turning my knuckles white. Time continues to pass as I stand there in the dark. I start to hear to dripping of water as it pools onto the floor along with the screeching of bats in the distance. A sense of calmness floods over me. Time seems to drag on making seconds feel like hours. I begin to hear a faint buzz, then suddenly and all at once light returns to every crevice of the cave. Details arise that were not apparent when I had first entered the

I stared in horror – that wall was stained with gruesome blood stains. What the smell was became all too obvious and I felt the need to vomit… that motion put away and forgotten in an instant when the shuffling of feet rustled behind me. Panic. I turned around in a blur, my eyes huge and watering. My stomach stirred in the slightest. A lamp? Indeed, a tall standing lamp radiated a warm light only a few metres in front of me. Was it real or a figment of my abused mind? Curiosity would get the best of me, lending me a tiny spurt of energy to boost me on my feet. Teetering footsteps led me forward cautiously, random tremors reminding me of my weakness. The lamp was close enough to touch, its friendly warmth the only hope in the world to me. Basking in it for some slow seconds, I wondered, maybe there were more things in the room that hadn’t been revealed to the naked eye? Turning sharp on my heel, I let out a blood curdling screech as I came face to face with the most horrific thing I had ever seen. Huge fly-like eyes took in my paling complexion, and a lopsided smile of stinking razor sharp teeth mocked me. Rancid skin that looked like the algae layer that sat upon a swamp bubbled and oozed, trickling down a sharply shaped ‘face’. Flight or fight reaction chose the obvious option and I turned back again to run. Where, I did not

Everyday as I walked to the library I would always cut through a patch of abandoned buildings that were seemingly gloomy and creepy to a stranger, especially towards the end of the day but to me they were just regular old buildings since I had passed through them so many times. As I walked through the buildings with a