“Please, you should stay and not go out at night. Leave tomorrow when the sun is up. If you can hear it, then you are still young enough to feel its power, for it is always stronger at night,” the mother tells me. I watch as she rises from her chair, still carrying her daughter, and walks up the stairs to the bedrooms, disappearing into the shadows. I turn to the father who lights a pipe, “How long has this been going on?” I ask. “This has been happening for many years now, for as long as few of us remember. My great grandfather would tell me stories of my father getting out to the woods. Back then the nightingale’s song wasn’t as strong.” “Why has no one done anything to stop this? Has anyone tried to kill it? Have you asked any of …show more content…
The smoke curls into an image of a bird flapping its wings, it soars above my head then vanishes. “You must be tired. I will let you sleep for your long journey tomorrow,” he puts out the pipe and places it on the table beside his rocking chair. He makes his way towards the stairs but stops to look back at me, “If you do not mind me asking. What exactly are you traveling for?” I scratch the back of my head, “I never really questioned that myself. I just wanted to get out and experience new things,” I pause for a quick second, “I guess to find myself.” With a face of concern, he stands at the top of the stairs, between the light and dark, “I believe something was looking for you,” he tells me before crossing into the darkness and leaving me in silence. It is unbearable. Even in the house there is no noise. It is the silence that drives me crazy and unsettles me. For the life of me, I cannot bring myself to close my eyelids no matter how hard I try. I am not sure when the singing started again since I am not able to see any light coming from the sky through the distorted window. It is the sound of footsteps, that turns my attention away from the rippled glass, and I watch as the girl, in her slumber, walks slowly to the door and unlocks it. Quickly, I rush from the couch and touch her arm.
Everything comes flooding back, the old house, the writing and the creature. I quickly sit up wires pull on my arms. A woman dressed in all white comes over to me.
Casey realized how ridiculous she sounded, talking to the walls. “Really, walk into the light? You watch way too much television. Evil ghosts don’t go to the light. They go to the dark place. I’ve seen enough horror movies to know that.”
I looked with all the eye I had. ‘Where is Nicodemus? I don’t see it.’ My husband pointed out smokes coming out of the ground and said, ‘That is
While I was watching this is I started to smell smoke happening, I go outside and all I see is smoke.
She bolted to her feet despite being asleep only moments before. "Not again," she muttered through gritted teeth, expertly throwing on a pair of tennis shoes and rushing out of the burning room. The girl dropped
Inside the small house it was pitch black and completely silent. So dark, in fact, that one could not see their own hand in front of their face. The deeper into the house, the darker it became. Now into the family room and up the stairs.A distinct sound of scratching emanated from the door at the end of the hall. Inside, the room seemed to belong to a young girl, but only because the little girl nestled in bed deemed it so.
“Madeline,” I hear through my endless solitude. It was quiet enough that I could have imagined it. I must have wanted to hear it so bad that I thought it was there. Thwarted by my realization, I close my eyes and try to fall asleep. “Madeline” it says again. I open my eyes to find that same sunny ceiling, in an entirely empty room. “Madeline.” It
His head began ringing from the sound, his body tensed up and warm tears began to drop from his face. Soon after, he fell unconsciousness and escaped the sounds that haunted him. He felt something warm brush his hand and a whisper in his ear.” Stay... strong... my darling” and his body suddenly felt calm. The warmness drifted away from his hand and He regained consciousness. He found himself still suffering from the shrieks of the fallen. He eyes opened wide, set up, leaned against his sister’s bed and sighed. He pulled his legs to his chest and wrapped his arms around his leg waiting for the screams to stop. In that moment, area fell into a loud silence.
“Good question. But I haven’t figured that out. Seems like we’ve been to every state in the country.”
The next morning, the alarm buzzed noisily, the sound polluting the silence. Confused for a moment, he looked around blankly. It used to be home, but now it felt unfamiliar. There was a room at the end of the corridor, the door slightly ajar. He waited, expecting the door to open, but it never did. The area was the same as the night before, empty.
She makes her way to the room when getting closer to the room she saw how it was so eerie and shady looking. She again shook off the feeling and entered the room. Looking around she looks at the baren room. The wallpaper crumbling off the edges of the wall, the bed sheets old and dusty showing no one has been in this room for weeks maybe months. She walks over to the bed sitting her stuff down in the nearby chair. Laying down on the
“I used to travel all the time, you’re like me, always travelling.” That made me shiver, I had wished for that not to be true; I did not want to be like him. But I could not deny that travelling was one thing we shared. A common ground. He started asking my sister's questions and I stopped listening. My thoughts drifted to the Why in my life. Why had he left us?
wind. It was as if it was crying, almost howling for its voice to be
With a bold and strong look on her face she ascends down the stairs and at the bottom of the
Touched by fading moonlight, the girl looked pale as a ghost, distressed and sorrowful. Great drops fell from her eyes; the heavy rain clouds in her mind let loose their turbulent nature. She felt the muscle of her chin trembled like a small child, again, she looked toward the window as if the darkness outside could soothe her. However, she tried to keep her sobbing down by biting her lips, afraid the woman would “visit” again. Meanwhile, in the hallway, there was only deadly silence, creating an overwhelming sense of emptiness.