-Knock knock-

Silence...

"Hello? Anybody there?"

Slowly a door cracks open.

"Hello?"

Grey-blue eyes gaze into a dark room. Unable to see what is hidden.

A stange word is wispered: "Lumos"

Suddenly a soft yet strong licht appeares and drives the darkness away. Now clearly visible in the room is a single desk, behind it is a comfortable looking leather chair with its back at the door. Footsteps echo faintly through the room as a person walks the dusty floor. Slowly the mysterious stranger makes its way to the desk. Stopping in front of it and holding a stick above it, so that the soft light shows the old brown wood and a piece of paper. The strangers bends over, trying to read the words on it.

The cold november wind
Cuts through skin and bone
It makes even the slightest feeling
Turning into the hardest stone...

The words are obscured by strange red drops. A gasp sounds through the room as the person sees that the drops are infact blood. Then the sounds of nails on a blackbord makes the stranger drop his stick. The leather chair, witch a moment ago was with its back at the door, turns around. A horrible voice, full of malice, fills the room.

"Welcome, how nice of you to come..."

If someone had been standing outside, they would have heared a fearfull scream and a cold, chilling laugh. If someone had taking a look inside, they would have seen a shadow writing on the wall. They would have seen the letters of blood forming some sort of poem.

The cold november wind
cuts through skine and bone
It makes even the most painfull death
better feeling, then being alone...

But nobody was standing outside. And nobody would discover the blood written words. And nobody would see the broken, lifeless body of a grey-blue eyed stranger. Staring into space...

Sorry to dissapoint you but I myself haven't written any stories. Maybe later when I know a plot or something like that. But for now I rather like to just read stories then actually writing them. Also I need to pratisce a bit more on my English, because it is not my first language. That title go's to Dutch. And altough I read, talk and speak English quite well, (at least that's what I think :p) writing is so much harder, for I'm afraid of making so much mistakes. And another reason is that I'm also quite busy with school and being chased by my parents to make my homework instead of sitting houres in front of the pc. Witch is actually a better thing to do, but I don't want to!

So for now you can just take a look at what my favorite stories/authors/c2 thingies are. But come back later, you'll never know what you can find!

Also check my own C2 community: http://www.fanfiction.net/c2/24550/3/0/1/

Toodels!