Wraith
Tim walked giddily out of the theater after watching Lord of the Rings for the 6th time. His friends had covered their eyes when the Ringwraiths had attacked the Hobbits. Tim nearly laughed aloud when it happened. Pitiful Ringwraiths.
"Those Ringwraiths were pretty scray, huh?" Bill asked as Tim drove the group home.
"You could say that." Tim laughed. "You could also say they were pretty stupid. Why didn't they just take a giant detachment of Orcs and attack the Fellowship, or even buy Sauron a new gold Ring! HA!" Tim laughed again.
That night, Tim heard shrieking in his sleep.
The shriek of a Ringwraith.
Tim's eyes were open in a flash, a smile creeping onto his lips. "All those times I've gone to see LOTR must've finally gotten to my head – I'm hearing Ringwraiths!" Tim laughed and lay down to go back to sleep.
That's when he made a terrifying discovery.
The shrieks were still there.
Startled, Tim threw off his blankets and dodged to the window only to behold a horrible sight.
A black horse, obviously maltreated, stood in front of Tim's neighbor's house, whinnying evilly. Drool dripped from its visible teeth, which were all sharp and menacing. The fur parted in places as it reached the hooves.
Tim smacked himself.
The horse remained.
Suddenly, a tall man with a black cloak and hood – and seemingly no head – walked out of the house, sheathing a bloodied sword and letting loose a terrible shriek.
The shriek was the same one Tim had been hearing all evening.
Tim bolted for his parents room, barging into the room. "MOM! DAD! THERE'S A RINGWRAITH OUTSIDE!!!" Tim shouted.
His dad got up groggily. "Huh?" He asked.
"There's a Ringwraith outside, one of the Nine!"
"You're just imagining things, Tim." His dad said.
Suddenly the door to the house was knocked in.
"See dad?" Tim asked as he backed towards his dads weapons closet.
Tim's dad ran ahead of Tim and pulled out a shotgun and two shells. He loaded both shells.
A black shape appeared in the doorway, bloody sword in hand.
"Ahhh!!!" Tim's dad shouted fiercly as he shot one of the shells, cocked the shotgun, and shot the Wraith again.
The Ringwraith shrieked hideously and fell, dead.
The next day at school Tim told all his friends about the incident.
"Oh wow! You're "pitiful Ringwraiths" are here! What are we going to do?" Bill said sarcasticly. "I don't be-"
"How would you like the Nine breathing down your neck?!" Tim all but shouted.
"It'd be nice. I'd ask them if they'd seen Legolas lately and if he was open this Friday." Mandy said. She was a Legolas fan 'til the death.
Everyone laughed at that. Everyone but Tim. He was staring at something behind them, going pale.
"Listen, if you don't believe me, maybe this;" Tim took out a Morgul blade, the same type Frodo was stabbed with in the movie. "Will convince you."
Everyone gasped.
"Wh- whe- where did you get that?" Don stammered.
"From the Ringwraith." Tim said.
They all believed him, now.
Tim's eyes were still fixed on something behind them.
"Tim, what are you starin-" Bill began, turning around, only to cut himself off mid-sentence. He appeared speechless.
There, at the school doors, stood 8 Ringwraiths.
"Run." Tim whispered, only audible to his friends.
And they ran.
Tim walked giddily out of the theater after watching Lord of the Rings for the 6th time. His friends had covered their eyes when the Ringwraiths had attacked the Hobbits. Tim nearly laughed aloud when it happened. Pitiful Ringwraiths.
"Those Ringwraiths were pretty scray, huh?" Bill asked as Tim drove the group home.
"You could say that." Tim laughed. "You could also say they were pretty stupid. Why didn't they just take a giant detachment of Orcs and attack the Fellowship, or even buy Sauron a new gold Ring! HA!" Tim laughed again.
That night, Tim heard shrieking in his sleep.
The shriek of a Ringwraith.
Tim's eyes were open in a flash, a smile creeping onto his lips. "All those times I've gone to see LOTR must've finally gotten to my head – I'm hearing Ringwraiths!" Tim laughed and lay down to go back to sleep.
That's when he made a terrifying discovery.
The shrieks were still there.
Startled, Tim threw off his blankets and dodged to the window only to behold a horrible sight.
A black horse, obviously maltreated, stood in front of Tim's neighbor's house, whinnying evilly. Drool dripped from its visible teeth, which were all sharp and menacing. The fur parted in places as it reached the hooves.
Tim smacked himself.
The horse remained.
Suddenly, a tall man with a black cloak and hood – and seemingly no head – walked out of the house, sheathing a bloodied sword and letting loose a terrible shriek.
The shriek was the same one Tim had been hearing all evening.
Tim bolted for his parents room, barging into the room. "MOM! DAD! THERE'S A RINGWRAITH OUTSIDE!!!" Tim shouted.
His dad got up groggily. "Huh?" He asked.
"There's a Ringwraith outside, one of the Nine!"
"You're just imagining things, Tim." His dad said.
Suddenly the door to the house was knocked in.
"See dad?" Tim asked as he backed towards his dads weapons closet.
Tim's dad ran ahead of Tim and pulled out a shotgun and two shells. He loaded both shells.
A black shape appeared in the doorway, bloody sword in hand.
"Ahhh!!!" Tim's dad shouted fiercly as he shot one of the shells, cocked the shotgun, and shot the Wraith again.
The Ringwraith shrieked hideously and fell, dead.
The next day at school Tim told all his friends about the incident.
"Oh wow! You're "pitiful Ringwraiths" are here! What are we going to do?" Bill said sarcasticly. "I don't be-"
"How would you like the Nine breathing down your neck?!" Tim all but shouted.
"It'd be nice. I'd ask them if they'd seen Legolas lately and if he was open this Friday." Mandy said. She was a Legolas fan 'til the death.
Everyone laughed at that. Everyone but Tim. He was staring at something behind them, going pale.
"Listen, if you don't believe me, maybe this;" Tim took out a Morgul blade, the same type Frodo was stabbed with in the movie. "Will convince you."
Everyone gasped.
"Wh- whe- where did you get that?" Don stammered.
"From the Ringwraith." Tim said.
They all believed him, now.
Tim's eyes were still fixed on something behind them.
"Tim, what are you starin-" Bill began, turning around, only to cut himself off mid-sentence. He appeared speechless.
There, at the school doors, stood 8 Ringwraiths.
"Run." Tim whispered, only audible to his friends.
And they ran.