The Promise Keeper
By AngeLIk RHythM
Chapter: 1
A grisly hand reached out for her. The air was so cold. It felt like breathing knives. Even as she ducked out of reach, more surrounded her. As dark as it was, the girl could still sense that there many of these creatures. She'd try to scream, but nothing would come out. Everywhere she turned, there was another hand, another cloak, another breath, another laugh. A shrill, high pitch guffaw that made her hair hair stand on end. There was a clearance, and in the middle was a limp body. With out hesitation she ran towards it. She knew who it was. It was him. She had to reach him. It was the most important thing in the world. Crouching over him was a dark cloaked creature. The laugh got louder and louder. The air was thinning. She couldn't breathe. The darkness was closing in on her. Panic filled her; she wouldn't be able to reach him. She had to. She just had to! Suddenly everything was silent. Too silent. As the girl walked over to the body a hand lurched out and grabbed her. Cold like nothing imaginable filled her. It was as if the very warmth she had was being sucked out of her. The perfect bait.
The girl woke up with a start. She was covered in sweat and was breathing spasmodically. She shivered as reality materialized before her. She was secure in her bed, in her room, in her house. It was dark and the window was open, but she was safe. "It was just a dream. It means nothing. It's probably the stress getting to me." The girl muttered to herself. She sniffed, tears falling on her pillow. Even though it was a dream, the images of it filled her mind and tormented her. It was so real. Dark figures surrounding her, closing in on her. It was so cold, so dark. One name rolled over and over in her head. She felt a great desire to call her friend, but then caught sight of the time. 4:37 a.m. He'd still be asleep, as she should be. Tomorrow's his birthday. News about a weird dream would probably bring him down, or worry him. And why add to his problems, especially because of some dumb dream? Lying back in bed, she wiped her face. On her hand there was a little drop of blood. Her eyes felt sore, so she closed them. Sleep did not come easily, but when it did, she was absorbed by it.
By AngeLIk RHythM
Chapter: 1
A grisly hand reached out for her. The air was so cold. It felt like breathing knives. Even as she ducked out of reach, more surrounded her. As dark as it was, the girl could still sense that there many of these creatures. She'd try to scream, but nothing would come out. Everywhere she turned, there was another hand, another cloak, another breath, another laugh. A shrill, high pitch guffaw that made her hair hair stand on end. There was a clearance, and in the middle was a limp body. With out hesitation she ran towards it. She knew who it was. It was him. She had to reach him. It was the most important thing in the world. Crouching over him was a dark cloaked creature. The laugh got louder and louder. The air was thinning. She couldn't breathe. The darkness was closing in on her. Panic filled her; she wouldn't be able to reach him. She had to. She just had to! Suddenly everything was silent. Too silent. As the girl walked over to the body a hand lurched out and grabbed her. Cold like nothing imaginable filled her. It was as if the very warmth she had was being sucked out of her. The perfect bait.
The girl woke up with a start. She was covered in sweat and was breathing spasmodically. She shivered as reality materialized before her. She was secure in her bed, in her room, in her house. It was dark and the window was open, but she was safe. "It was just a dream. It means nothing. It's probably the stress getting to me." The girl muttered to herself. She sniffed, tears falling on her pillow. Even though it was a dream, the images of it filled her mind and tormented her. It was so real. Dark figures surrounding her, closing in on her. It was so cold, so dark. One name rolled over and over in her head. She felt a great desire to call her friend, but then caught sight of the time. 4:37 a.m. He'd still be asleep, as she should be. Tomorrow's his birthday. News about a weird dream would probably bring him down, or worry him. And why add to his problems, especially because of some dumb dream? Lying back in bed, she wiped her face. On her hand there was a little drop of blood. Her eyes felt sore, so she closed them. Sleep did not come easily, but when it did, she was absorbed by it.
