THE SETTING AND THE NAME BLAIR WAS TAKEN FROM THE MOVIE, THE BLAIR WITCH
PROJECT. AND THIS STORY IS DEFINETLY NOT BEING USED FOR MONEY.
Note: You should probably watch the movie, or you stand the risk of being seriously confused. Though someone could pretty much read it and like it anyway.
The sun would not shine that day. The cast lay dead upon the floor of the abandoned house, and a faint cackling echoed to the very edge of the woods. A women sat in the middle of the death room, the floor stained with blood, she had her head back, and was laughing her eyes out, as her hand gripped the bloody weapon. She wore a long black Amish-like outfit that was ripped and tattered. Her face was so pale that one would think she was dead, and she truly played the part.
Finally, the Blair witch flipped her long black hair over her shoulder, and staggered to her feet. She seemed to glide, barely touching the floor, as she shoved the blade back into its hiding place-beneath the crumbling debris. Muttering to herself.
"Four more years to haunt, and only a little blood I've got!"
She again wondered how easy it was to scare these people, these living vermin, and attract them to her house. She laughed, silently this time. Traveling upstairs, she grinned evilly, remembering the events of the past night. She would leave this place, her home, and find another, corrupt another, kill another. It was her way; the unfortunate people only had the misfortune to pester her into a fury. Otherwise, they would have lived.
She dragged her feet out of the house, and locked it, an old habit. She then traveled under the protection of the clouds, her clouds, and day grew into day. She was fleeing. She was fleeing whatever good souls would haunt her haunt before they crossed over; she had no part in the next phase of their holy lives.
Blair relaxed, as her next haunt came into view, its occupants gazed hungrily out the window; they had not had their fill of suffering in a while. A new game had begun.
***
A girl woke up, as one who had never dreamed she would again. She gazed among the fallen, and wondered conspicuously why they lay so still. She staggered over to the one in the middle of the room, and bent over him. She nearly fell over; this was her companion, her fellow victim. The memories rushed back, and she felt her diaphragm.
She felt nothing.
Somehow she managed to grab the camera as she staggered out a nearby window; she just wanted to forget. Right before she stepped out the window, she paused, foot above the ground. She was about to enter the woods, the woods that had been her enemy and had practically drove her mad, allowing Blair to claim her life, or so she thought.
She went ahead and stepped. She didn't know where she was going, the branches seemed to bend and guide her, a dramatic difference from the night before. She seemed to walk forever, and finally when she seriously was thinking about finding a place to stay for the night, the woods broke away. She saw twinkling lights playing in the dusk, and forgetting everything, she ran as a wild woman into its midst, the need for food and water tearing through her stomach. This was too easy, something had to go wrong, and there must be a challenge. The woods that had trapped her violently before seemed to almost want her to leave.
A new project had begun.
Note: You should probably watch the movie, or you stand the risk of being seriously confused. Though someone could pretty much read it and like it anyway.
The sun would not shine that day. The cast lay dead upon the floor of the abandoned house, and a faint cackling echoed to the very edge of the woods. A women sat in the middle of the death room, the floor stained with blood, she had her head back, and was laughing her eyes out, as her hand gripped the bloody weapon. She wore a long black Amish-like outfit that was ripped and tattered. Her face was so pale that one would think she was dead, and she truly played the part.
Finally, the Blair witch flipped her long black hair over her shoulder, and staggered to her feet. She seemed to glide, barely touching the floor, as she shoved the blade back into its hiding place-beneath the crumbling debris. Muttering to herself.
"Four more years to haunt, and only a little blood I've got!"
She again wondered how easy it was to scare these people, these living vermin, and attract them to her house. She laughed, silently this time. Traveling upstairs, she grinned evilly, remembering the events of the past night. She would leave this place, her home, and find another, corrupt another, kill another. It was her way; the unfortunate people only had the misfortune to pester her into a fury. Otherwise, they would have lived.
She dragged her feet out of the house, and locked it, an old habit. She then traveled under the protection of the clouds, her clouds, and day grew into day. She was fleeing. She was fleeing whatever good souls would haunt her haunt before they crossed over; she had no part in the next phase of their holy lives.
Blair relaxed, as her next haunt came into view, its occupants gazed hungrily out the window; they had not had their fill of suffering in a while. A new game had begun.
***
A girl woke up, as one who had never dreamed she would again. She gazed among the fallen, and wondered conspicuously why they lay so still. She staggered over to the one in the middle of the room, and bent over him. She nearly fell over; this was her companion, her fellow victim. The memories rushed back, and she felt her diaphragm.
She felt nothing.
Somehow she managed to grab the camera as she staggered out a nearby window; she just wanted to forget. Right before she stepped out the window, she paused, foot above the ground. She was about to enter the woods, the woods that had been her enemy and had practically drove her mad, allowing Blair to claim her life, or so she thought.
She went ahead and stepped. She didn't know where she was going, the branches seemed to bend and guide her, a dramatic difference from the night before. She seemed to walk forever, and finally when she seriously was thinking about finding a place to stay for the night, the woods broke away. She saw twinkling lights playing in the dusk, and forgetting everything, she ran as a wild woman into its midst, the need for food and water tearing through her stomach. This was too easy, something had to go wrong, and there must be a challenge. The woods that had trapped her violently before seemed to almost want her to leave.
A new project had begun.