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The Last Day of October--Night VisitorsThe Last Day of October--Night Visitors by mmpratt99
Ch. 13--Night Visitors
It was close to midnight when Kes awoke. For a minute or two, she lay there and blinked bewilderedly up at the ceiling. Then she sat up, rubbed her eyes and stared fixedly at the window.
A sharp tapping had sounded against the pane. She sat very still, listening carefully but did not hear the sound again. What could it have been? she thought as she laid back down. The wind? A branch scraping against the glass? No, the weather forecast had said it would be a calm night with a bit of fog and there weren’t any trees close enough to tough the cottage. It had to have been an animal then--maybe even a bat or an owl brushing up against the glass. That sounds reasonable, more reasonable than someone running around late at night, knocking on windows to freak people out.
Kes felt h
The Unquiet Past and Present, Pt. 3The Unquiet Past and Present, Pt. 3 by mmpratt99
Ch. 11--The Worms Crawl In,The Worms Crawl Out (cont.)
Thunder rumbled again, shaking the walls of the dark room. Kes lay with her arms crossed under her head as she stared up at the ceiling. Hopefully, tomorrow will be just be an ordinary Halloween day, she thought, with the only monsters about are just trick-or-treaters and party-goers. Hopefully, that taximare-ghost-demon-djinn-whatever got the message and gone back to whatever nethermost pit it crawled out of it.
Her alert golden eyes shifted to the pendulum wall clock across from the bed; it was nearly half past twelve. This is sure a long storm; hopefully Duncan’s sleeping soundly and will be alright in the morning. I know I’m not getting any sleep tonight...
As another roll of thunder rumbled overhead, Kes let her thoughts drift back to the dark and ominous quote uttered by Dr. Akern--”Psst. Hey you. Yeah, you--wanna h
Ellie LambertEllie Lambert by mmpratt99
Ellie Lambert was everything Kes wasn’t--short and stocky, with a pudgy baby face which gave her a rabbit-like appearance due to her large pale blue eyes, rather over-sized ears and pink button nose. Her ridiculously short pageboy-style hair was the color of sun-bleached straw. She always wore pretty yet impractical-looking dresses with a lot of lace trim and silk sashes, not the sort of costumes Kes would prefer to be wearing especially when she was cutting firewood, hauling water or butchering and preparing meat.
Like the White Rabbit, Kes thought when she first saw this eccentrically-dressed human girl, wondering who exactly invited her to the mayor’s welcoming party. The twitching of the pink nose and the constant fidgeting and grooming of h
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The Basement of DoomCh. 1--Afterwards
I used to have the same recurring nightmare, especially during the summer months. I was back in that strange basement, wearing that same red dress and gold-beaded scarf. I no longer have that outfit, I got rid of it on advice of a shaman which I’ll tell you about much later. Well, back to my dream. I found myself in that ghastly basement again, in that mirrored hallway. The only difference was that I was behind those long narrow mirrors, slowly walking this long corridor, its plank walls greening with moss and mold, doors and windows broken by vandals.
The boundary between indoors and outdoors no long applied here. There was ivy sprouting from every shattered window, and the ceiling had mostly collapsed into piles of rotting lichened beams and roofing tiles that were themselves slowly being consumed by vegetation.
At first, everything was okay. In spite of all the apparent creepiness, I never felt ill at ease while picking through the ruins of this place. It was a bit like what I imagined exploring some ancient ruins would be...more like you were in a strange kind of nature park rather than a horror movie. Then, like in any horror movie, the atmosphere quickly changed. Bliss unexpectedly gave way to soul-chilling dread.
Rounding a corner (the number of doors between corners varied in a random fashion. There were no numbers on the doors or in the corridors), I was suddenly met by a cold rush of wind. It whistled and hissed through an abysmal landscape of rusty, dilapidated buildings lit by a reddish-purple sky. Cold phosphorescence gleamed from the deep snow drifts.
I gazed at the bleak scene in utter bewilderment. The air was now thick and choking with the smell of petrol fumes and burning ozone.
Movement flicked in my peripheral vision followed shortly by the crunch of snow underfoot. Then my skin began to crawl when They finally emerged from the shadows.
I looked at Them. I pondered Them. I wondered why They keep showing up even after I left that house. Were They still wanting to be my protectors or was there a much sinister reason?
“What do you...?” was as far as I got before the whole scene faded and I was back in my room at the boardinghouse.
To be continued in The Basement of Doom--Ch. 2--An Explanation
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The Last Day of October
The Last Day of October
“Evil is not something superhuman, it's something less than human.”
― Agatha Christie
English author of detective fiction and playwright
“The thing I find really scary about ghosts and demons is that you don’t really know what they are or where they are. They’re not very well understood. You don’t know what they want from you. So it’s the kind of thing you don’t even know how to defend yourself against. Anything that’s unknown and mysterious is very scary."
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