The Twilight Hour
It was a beautiful sunny warm day in Kinksville, the birds were singing and there was a light breeze in the air. All had been a wonderful day, until that night. The sun had just gone down and the birds had flown to their nests. Streets were empty and ally ways filled with the sounds of meowing of the hungry cats. The usual sound of a dog barking as its owner shut it up for the night. But this night was the twilight hour. The time of year when the people of the village kept in their locked houses all night without ever leaving, this was the time of year when lots of zombies of the dead villagers came out of their graves in the cemetery. This was the time of year when a very rare species of creature came out and hunted around the streets.
A quiet muffling noise was heard, it was near the orphanage. In the shadows there lurked the creature, the ally cats had given up meowing, sensing danger they all began to slink away. All except a very scrawny, flea-bitten tabby, that had stopped to eat a dead mouse. Little did the cat know, it was in the sight of the creature, it approached sharply turning and twisting. It was just a few inches away now, sharp, razor claws and white fangs bared. Suddenly the cat leapt away and a small child of about five or six years old from the orphanage was on his way back home. He was extremely exhausted and sat down, in front of the creature's eyes.as soon as the creature moved in, it accidentally knocked over a can, the child heard the noise and immediately began to run as the creature began to chase him. It was a full moon on the night of the twilight hour, the clock was striking twelve. BONG!!! The creature was in hot pursuit of the child.BONG!!! The child suddenly stopped to catch his breath.BONG!!! The creature had vanished.BONG!!! The child was looking back at where the creature had just chased him.BONG!!! The creature was standing on its hind legs behind the child.BONG!!! It was going in for the attack, but the child moved and the creature only got a small piece of his clothing.BONG!!! The child began to run again.BONG!!! The creature turned down an ally way.BONG!!! The child carried on running, then the creature came out of the other end of the ally way.BONG!!! The child turned and his vision suddenly blurred out of focus, the creature had dug his fangs into his back.BONG!!! The child was dead on the floor in front of the murderer.BBOONNGG!!!! The murderer had vanished without a trace, leaving the motionless child on the ground.
The next morning, the people of the village had found a ripped piece of red cloth, and a dead child from the orphanage, with a very tiny piece of scale in amongst the blood. A scale of a shade of purple.
Suddenly, unexpectantly, a flash of purple shot past the group of villagers. They had decided that the village was not safe any more. More than 3,000 people had been killed in the last three years.
It was a beautiful sunny warm day in Kinksville, the birds were singing and there was a light breeze in the air. All had been a wonderful day, until that night. The sun had just gone down and the birds had flown to their nests. Streets were empty and ally ways filled with the sounds of meowing of the hungry cats. The usual sound of a dog barking as its owner shut it up for the night. But this night was the twilight hour. The time of year when the people of the village kept in their locked houses all night without ever leaving, this was the time of year when lots of zombies of the dead villagers came out of their graves in the cemetery. This was the time of year when a very rare species of creature came out and hunted around the streets.
A quiet muffling noise was heard, it was near the orphanage. In the shadows there lurked the creature, the ally cats had given up meowing, sensing danger they all began to slink away. All except a very scrawny, flea-bitten tabby, that had stopped to eat a dead mouse. Little did the cat know, it was in the sight of the creature, it approached sharply turning and twisting. It was just a few inches away now, sharp, razor claws and white fangs bared. Suddenly the cat leapt away and a small child of about five or six years old from the orphanage was on his way back home. He was extremely exhausted and sat down, in front of the creature's eyes.as soon as the creature moved in, it accidentally knocked over a can, the child heard the noise and immediately began to run as the creature began to chase him. It was a full moon on the night of the twilight hour, the clock was striking twelve. BONG!!! The creature was in hot pursuit of the child.BONG!!! The child suddenly stopped to catch his breath.BONG!!! The creature had vanished.BONG!!! The child was looking back at where the creature had just chased him.BONG!!! The creature was standing on its hind legs behind the child.BONG!!! It was going in for the attack, but the child moved and the creature only got a small piece of his clothing.BONG!!! The child began to run again.BONG!!! The creature turned down an ally way.BONG!!! The child carried on running, then the creature came out of the other end of the ally way.BONG!!! The child turned and his vision suddenly blurred out of focus, the creature had dug his fangs into his back.BONG!!! The child was dead on the floor in front of the murderer.BBOONNGG!!!! The murderer had vanished without a trace, leaving the motionless child on the ground.
The next morning, the people of the village had found a ripped piece of red cloth, and a dead child from the orphanage, with a very tiny piece of scale in amongst the blood. A scale of a shade of purple.
Suddenly, unexpectantly, a flash of purple shot past the group of villagers. They had decided that the village was not safe any more. More than 3,000 people had been killed in the last three years.