Shadow
By Kristen
Before you start reading, everyone thank
Princess Ashley for posting this for me! After you
read this go check out hers and review her stories!
***
She placed her keys down on the table next to a glass
vase filled with pink lilies. She breathed in the
scent, then exhaled. She had been held up at work
because of the many papers she had to file for her
boss. It was late, probably about eleven-thirty at
night. Her recently built house smelled of fresh paint
and candles. She quickly turned off the timed lights
and lit candles.
She carefully lit each one with a match and waved the
match out. Delicate streams of the burned out match
danced in the air as she pushed it into the sand. The
smell of the french vanilla candles hung heavily in
the air making it hard to breathe. She closed her
eyes enjoying the warmth that surrounded her body. A
sudden chill ran through her spine as she looked to
her left. She had accidentally left the window open,
or did she?
She closed the window and gazed at the moon through
the glass. She felt safe and secure when she looked
at it. The light from the candles flicked back and
forth as if it tried to struggle against an invisible
wind. The flames cast shadows across her clean white
walls making it seem as though they were dancing for
her.
Her body moved on it's own as if it were lured to the
shadows and made it move with them. She enjoyed the
carefree feeling as she danced with the shadows on her
wall. She didn't notice the shadows move with her as
if they were dancing in front of an audience. She
opened her eyes lazily and a candle went out, so did a
shadow. Each candle went out until one was left. The
flame seemed to grow bigger with each passing second
as she stared at it with awe.
Suddenly it flickered out, leaving the ashy colored
smoke to dance in the night. Something passed behind
her, making the hairs on her neck stand up. Sensing
danger, she ran upstairs feeling the fear rise within
her. A dark shadow raced behind her. She turned
right when she reached the top of the staircase.
Gasping for breath, she quickly turned her door knob
to the master bedroom and shut the door closed when
she was inside. She saw the dark shadow illuminated
by the glow of the moon. She ran for her balcony on
the other side of the room and forcefully pushed it
open.
She gazed up at the moon, feeling some of the fear
reside within her. She looked back behind her as she
came face to face with her opponent. She screamed, as
the shadow pushed her off the balcony and into the
darkness of the night. There was pure terror in her
eyes, when darkness had consumed her body and into the
cold harsh night. Sharp pain had embedded itself into
her body. The last thing she saw was the moon and
it's purifying glow that told her everything was going
to be ok...
She woke up with a start, shielding her eyes from the
bright morning sunlight. Had it all been a dream?
She tried to get up when a searing pain flowed through
her body.
Walking to her full length mirror, she stared at her
reflection. Her eyes looked bloodshot as if she had
been up all night reading. Turning to go take a
shower, she noticed two things. There were red rose
petals in her hair and thorns were stuck to her shirt.
She lifted up the back of her shirt and her breath
caught in her throat. There were tiny blood stains on
her back. There was only one explanation, it wasn't a
dream...
By Kristen
Before you start reading, everyone thank
Princess Ashley for posting this for me! After you
read this go check out hers and review her stories!
***
She placed her keys down on the table next to a glass
vase filled with pink lilies. She breathed in the
scent, then exhaled. She had been held up at work
because of the many papers she had to file for her
boss. It was late, probably about eleven-thirty at
night. Her recently built house smelled of fresh paint
and candles. She quickly turned off the timed lights
and lit candles.
She carefully lit each one with a match and waved the
match out. Delicate streams of the burned out match
danced in the air as she pushed it into the sand. The
smell of the french vanilla candles hung heavily in
the air making it hard to breathe. She closed her
eyes enjoying the warmth that surrounded her body. A
sudden chill ran through her spine as she looked to
her left. She had accidentally left the window open,
or did she?
She closed the window and gazed at the moon through
the glass. She felt safe and secure when she looked
at it. The light from the candles flicked back and
forth as if it tried to struggle against an invisible
wind. The flames cast shadows across her clean white
walls making it seem as though they were dancing for
her.
Her body moved on it's own as if it were lured to the
shadows and made it move with them. She enjoyed the
carefree feeling as she danced with the shadows on her
wall. She didn't notice the shadows move with her as
if they were dancing in front of an audience. She
opened her eyes lazily and a candle went out, so did a
shadow. Each candle went out until one was left. The
flame seemed to grow bigger with each passing second
as she stared at it with awe.
Suddenly it flickered out, leaving the ashy colored
smoke to dance in the night. Something passed behind
her, making the hairs on her neck stand up. Sensing
danger, she ran upstairs feeling the fear rise within
her. A dark shadow raced behind her. She turned
right when she reached the top of the staircase.
Gasping for breath, she quickly turned her door knob
to the master bedroom and shut the door closed when
she was inside. She saw the dark shadow illuminated
by the glow of the moon. She ran for her balcony on
the other side of the room and forcefully pushed it
open.
She gazed up at the moon, feeling some of the fear
reside within her. She looked back behind her as she
came face to face with her opponent. She screamed, as
the shadow pushed her off the balcony and into the
darkness of the night. There was pure terror in her
eyes, when darkness had consumed her body and into the
cold harsh night. Sharp pain had embedded itself into
her body. The last thing she saw was the moon and
it's purifying glow that told her everything was going
to be ok...
She woke up with a start, shielding her eyes from the
bright morning sunlight. Had it all been a dream?
She tried to get up when a searing pain flowed through
her body.
Walking to her full length mirror, she stared at her
reflection. Her eyes looked bloodshot as if she had
been up all night reading. Turning to go take a
shower, she noticed two things. There were red rose
petals in her hair and thorns were stuck to her shirt.
She lifted up the back of her shirt and her breath
caught in her throat. There were tiny blood stains on
her back. There was only one explanation, it wasn't a
dream...