Sorrow Island
Prologue
The night was cold and bleak. The only sounds were the slight
rustles of the wind, but along the dirt road into the dark
forest, branches are broken, footsteps are heard, and the
panting of breath lightly echoing through the air.
The woman was running away from this cursed island. She could
feel them gaining on her. 'Almost there,' she thought. Soon,
the forest cleared and up ahead was a ledge, a cliff. She
stopped when she reached it, and turned around. She saw
nothing. No movement from the trees, no sound or gust of the
wind. Everything was silent, and the air was heavy. So heavy
she felt it pressing in on her. She turned back to look down
the cliff. Sharp rocks lay at the bottom floor, with the tide
crashing upon them and brushing up against the cliff. It was a
long way down.
She'd rather die by the rocks than by them. The ghosts who
haunt this island. They want her, but she will not let them
have her. She took one last look at the forest, still no
movement, but she knew they were there. Then she jumped off the
cliff. As she was falling she looked up at the cliff's ledge
and saw a woman wearing a white gown peering over the edge, her
hair flying around her with a smile on her face...the last thing
she heard before her death was a soft shrill laughter floating
in the air.
Prologue
The night was cold and bleak. The only sounds were the slight
rustles of the wind, but along the dirt road into the dark
forest, branches are broken, footsteps are heard, and the
panting of breath lightly echoing through the air.
The woman was running away from this cursed island. She could
feel them gaining on her. 'Almost there,' she thought. Soon,
the forest cleared and up ahead was a ledge, a cliff. She
stopped when she reached it, and turned around. She saw
nothing. No movement from the trees, no sound or gust of the
wind. Everything was silent, and the air was heavy. So heavy
she felt it pressing in on her. She turned back to look down
the cliff. Sharp rocks lay at the bottom floor, with the tide
crashing upon them and brushing up against the cliff. It was a
long way down.
She'd rather die by the rocks than by them. The ghosts who
haunt this island. They want her, but she will not let them
have her. She took one last look at the forest, still no
movement, but she knew they were there. Then she jumped off the
cliff. As she was falling she looked up at the cliff's ledge
and saw a woman wearing a white gown peering over the edge, her
hair flying around her with a smile on her face...the last thing
she heard before her death was a soft shrill laughter floating
in the air.