Miasma Haunt

by Vul Soren

Miasma: an influence or atmosphere that tends to deplete or corrupt-Mila Wright was a rich child with little friends and a very good student, she was at the top of her class until it came, the shadow being who found her night or day,she was alone in her rich life, she'll found out why she made a lovely target. [short story]

1. My Nightmare

I ran to the far end of the mansion in only my nightshirt, my flashlight in hand, the sound continuing on, the scratching on the walls, it was peeling off the paint, on I ran, down down the corridor, the scratching chaser ever faster to me, I looked behind me: there it was, the darkness slithering towards me. I ran faster, and faster, closer it was coming, I heard the sickening sound of it, again I looked to see it's arms come crawling from it's miasma swirled and slithered like smoke.

I snapped my head around to see another in front of me, two, how many must I run from, I thought as I turned the corner and into the miasma of another, three.

I fell back out of it, screaming and throwing my arms wildly, shining the light over it as it formed into one, it hissed in pain, a screech erupted from it. Why did I stay, why did it consume my friends, and now me...

It then stood still, almost too still, that was when my flashlight thrown from my hand, sliding into the darkness, I heard a crunch from inside the miasma, out rolled my flashlight, broken in front of my foot, then a hand sprang out and wrapped around my ankle, and another over my left ankle pining my feet to the marble stone floor, it turned icy cold as the miasma ran over it, surrounding me.

More hands came and held my wrists down, that when I saw it again: the creature come from the darkness, it was a long,lanky and slimy creature, crawled from the miasma, cracking it joints and snapping wildly with its over sized jaws, saliva dipping down on my legs and running off, it ran a large slimy hand over my leg, its clawed fingers scratching my thighs as it went.

"Please, let me go, please, I won't tell anyone," I sobbed ans tears fell at the sides of my eyes, as its slimy hands parted my thighs open, the creature then turned into dark, black vines, covered with moss," No!" I shouted as the more vines appeared to hold my legs open, they gripped tightly around my thighs and pulling away from my squirming body.

The main vine then shot up inside me, making me scream piercingly loud, thorns catching inside causing me to scream even louder as it split the air, as the vine went further in it also became larger, another vine came and wrapped itself around my mouth and head, muffling my scream, I felt something warm dribble from my vagina onto the marble underneath me, soon the smell of my own blood filled my nostrils.