Fifty Degrees Towards DarknessFifty Degrees Towards Darkness by *mmpratt99
Fifty Degrees Towards Darkness
(1) She ran towards the milling horde, waving her arms and yelling, “Shoo, go home, all of you!”
The zombies seemed unimpressed.
(2) Finally when the opening was wide enough to accommodate their chubbiness, the hands slowly squeezed through and lightly dropped to the dusty stone floor. The sky outside the window lightened as the moon reappeared behind the ragged edges of the cloud, flooding the interior with soft silvery rays, revealing nothing above the hands, just ragged, torn, dripping stumps.
(3) Arthur’s first impression was that there was a donkey stamping and braying in the hall; and then he discarded that thought as simply ridiculous, and that it had to be something terrible like a fire, or an earthquake, or else a plague of demons. Then it began to daw
Fifty Shades of DarknessFifty Shades of Darkness by *mmpratt99
Fifty Shades of Darkness
(1) As I fumbled around the side table, trying to locate the lamp, I soon realized that there was another presence standing near me in the dark. Of course, I couldn’t see anything, but my shaking fingers, feeling the jumbled pile of books, sketch pads and drawing utensils, suddenly came in contact with something soft and cold that was immediately withdrawn.
(2) Imagine this, you’re up late at night, trying to calm your frazzled nerves by reading, howling winds were rattling the storm shutters on your Brandon Estate Tower Block; s
Ch. 17--In ConclusionCh. 17--In Conclusion by *mmpratt99
Ch. 17--In Conclusion
The next few months went by, and save for some hassles at work and having to buy a new set of gardening tools, were quite uneventful. Now there were only twenty-one days before Halloween perhaps one of the greatest lines of the year in both the Mortal Territories and in Faerie.
The weather alternated between foggy drizzle and summer-like heat. Jack-o-lanterns sat on every neighborhood stoop and fence, pastry chefs and chocolatiers decorated their shop windows with spooky-theme sweets and chocolate monster masks. People of all sorts swarmed the streets celebrating with many a druidical rites...which included lots of wild partying and alcohol consumption.
Living in a notorious haunted house had some advantages; one--you don’t have to stock up on candy for the hordes of ragamuffins hammering on your door, even though it was the middle
Ch. 16--The Way Back, Or a Word of WarningCh. 16--The Way Back, Or a Word of Warning by *mmpratt99
Ch. 16--The Way Back, Or a Word of Warning
The purplish-pink haired guy was there levitating what seemed like a glowing ball of toxic sludge and squid tentacles Accompanying him were two equally-strange companions--an assassin-type guy with spiky red hair wearing blood-red glasses and a plague doctor guy in a fedora clutching an ebony cane.
I looked at the trio, and they looked back, and even from a distance I could feel their burning rage, not at me even though I had a hand in this catastrophe, but rather at the one standing right next to me. He knew as I knew that there was going to be some serious retribution butt-kicking about to meted out.
In cold silenc
Ch. 15--His NibsCh. 15--His Nibs by *mmpratt99
Ch. 15--His Nibs
When I finally came to, the first thing that greeted my startled eyes was a really high window shining with blotches of silvery-blue light. I stared at these bright spots for a few minutes, dumbfounded while my mind tried to make sense of my surroundings. Then the realization filled me with a cold sinking dread in the pit of my stomach.
What I thought was moonlit patches of ice on the windows of that long dark hallway was actually hand prints. Lots and lots of these things spread-fingered and criss-crossing the dark panes.
There had to be some rational means for the presence of all these hand prints. I briefly considered the possibility of dark-dwelling, semi-intelligent hands, running arachnidly on four fingers and a thumb. I decided that such ideas were silly, it was probably due to a group of children who made the hand prints. It could be worse, what if they were nose prints, large-sized, economy noses to mo
The Basement of doom Ch. 14--Behind the Gray DoorThe Basement of doom Ch. 14--Behind the Gray Door by *mmpratt99
Ch. 14--Behind the Gray Door
The figure that slowly emerged from the doorway was dressed entirely in skin-tight leather and the lower half of his face was hidden by a black mask. His purplish-pink hair swayed limply as he slowly turned his head.
Just in time I ducked my head out of sight again. Sweating, I held my breath while the ominous figure’s red-orange eyes searched the hallway. For one narrowing minute, I thought I was going to see those fiery coals a few inches from my face. But then I heard the swishing of leather dwindling away in the distance, and I poked my head out, my teeth chattering away like maracas.
I waited for another moment and then came quietly out into the corridor. Looking at the door, I discerned it was unlocked. After a quick look around, I grasped the knob and turned it gently. With a loud squeaking that jarred my nerves as well as my eardrums the door swung open. I soon found myself in a
The Basement of Doom Ch. 13--In ChambersThe Basement of Doom Ch. 13--In Chambers by *mmpratt99
The Basement of Doom Ch. 13--In Chambers
The moment I raced inside, I slammed the door shut and leaned against it. Heart thumping wildly, I listened as the soft shuffle of footsteps approached again. It stopped outside the door, and for a while there was only silence. I braced myself, leaning hard against the door, my fingers wrapped tightly around the lock. After a few excruciating minutes, the footsteps finally moved away. Still I continued gripping the lock, shoulders braced against the door, too terrified to even move let alone breathe properly.
Then I heard something else. The faint murmuring of voices. What were they saying? I couldn't be sure. I waited. There was nothing else to do, but sit still and wait, until the coast was clear. But how long was that going to be?
Rooted to the spot, I stood trembling, my eyes l
The Basement of DoomCh. 12--Many Locked DoorsThe Basement of DoomCh. 12--Many Locked Doors by *mmpratt99
The Basement of Doom Ch. 12--Many Locked Doors
It was all really creepy. All those damn wall drawings seemed to evoke a deep sense of foreboding menace and dread. I really didn’t want to go into that ruddy gap, but my curiosity soon got the better of me. As I proceeded down that hallway, the graffiti grew more elaborate with flower patterns and abstract spirals within spirals.
Then I came to a door blocked by heavy iron bars and thick chains secured with an immense padlock.
I studied them in perplexity--it didn’t seemed like something a bunch of bored teenagers would do on a Saturday night. No, it was far too sophisticated, more complex and enigmatic, like something you would see in a modern art museum or on the wall of some wizard’s or alchemist’s workshop. On a closer look, I noted that some of the
The Basement of Doom Ch.11--Creepy and CreThe Basement of Doom Ch.11--Creepy and Cre by *mmpratt99
The Basement of Doom Ch. 11--Creepy and Creepier
I jumped, all my senses on alert. Then I realized what I was hearing was the house centipede (or maybe a completely different one) skittering around. The beast soon scuttled up the nearby wall and hid behind some stuff on a shelf. Apparently it was photophobic, or else it just didn’t like me.
Swallowing nervously, I walked slowly over to the shelf. Only it was a 3 inch landing gun breech block, and underneath it were two books, one of which was a copy of “Down the River Road” and the other was “Unaussprechlichen Kulten .”
Neither book I had read so I decided to add them to my summer reading list. When I tried pulling the books out from underneath the breech block, a large portion of the wall collapsed. I leaped back just in time as the entire sh
The Ones Who StayedPart 1
The End of Pt. 1 of The Book of the Centipede
And the Wind City floated along above the land, on towards what lay ahead.
Full view sucks! It crops a lot of the picture!