Fright in the Nite
Chapter 2
Dead or Alive?
By Animeguera
Her body was restless again; however, this time she was not lying in her own bed. She was in her own home, being watched by one person. His eyes left her, but she could still feel his gaze on her. His eyes were on a book her held.
The comfort of the room helped with her shivering. The October month had drawn together several winds to chill the house. In an instant, without any orders, he had brought wood and started a fire in the fireplace. The warm flames warmed the room. Yet, she still sat in the sofa shivering and becoming even more restless. The day had been simple.
The wind brought branches to knock at the window. Their scaly branches like hands demanding her presence. Her eyes began to fall from watching the dancing flames. She no longer worried about the presence in the room. She merely enjoyed the orange flames. Their shape morphing each second, they resembled a pumpkin. A face began to form as it laughed at her. Luring her in the dreamland, taking not only her consciousness but her will as well…
The moon was speading light over the land, creating more shadows than necessary to frighten the poor girl. Again, the blonde was in the town of the Halloween obsessed townspeople. The eyes that were watching her in house were no longer present. She could the faint whisperings again. This time, it was man. In a low whisper, "Relena..." Who was it? She walked around looking aorund. Although their celebrations were before, their costumes were still on. She could see vampires and ghouls. What a strange town, she pondered to herself.
A being with several eyes, took one out and began rubbing it against his clothes. With shock, she ran away from the towns. She rather be in the forest than be in the town with those crazy people. She saw a man, pale and tall, also walk away from the town. She followed him, he headed farther and farther until he reached the graveyeard where she had been before.
He began to speak, to who? Herself? Yet, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the girl she saw the night before. Now closer to her, she could seee that her hair was still bright red but seemed to be made of yarn? How odd...
"And I, Jack, the Pumpkin King!" He screamed and she was startled. The ragdoll figure simply admired from afar. The blonde studied the ragdoll figure for a little bit. She was missing an entire arm. It seemed to be chopped off. Instead of blood, there was just yarn. She listened again to the skeleton.
And since I am dead, I can take off my head
Whose dead?
To recite Shakespearean quotations
Pumpkin King? Is that who that is? How is he dead? Why would he recite Shakespeare? She went closer; however as she approached, the face of the Pumpkin King turned to her. She gasped and fell back. The face of the King was a skeleton. The man was a walking skeleton. Where was she? She fell back against a tombsont and knocked her head. Wake up! She told herself.
For an instant, she saw the face of her protector. The man who had been in her room watching her had looked her straight in the eyes for once. Although she wanted to respond, her eyes fell back. She tried to speak, her voice only fell to silent ears. Heero! Come back. She was taken back to the dreamland. Or whatever land she was in.
Her body was shaken by the man with dark blue eyes. Inside, there was fear. His voice called to her. Still, her body lay there, lifeless. Her thoughts were not with him. He let her lay ont he coudh. He grabbed a blanket and covered her body. She was shivering. Instead of leaving, as he normally would, he stayed. He sat next to her, his lap holding her head. His hand petted her hair. What else could he do? He looked down at her. She looked so beautiful...
There was another forest. This one was different. The trees were large and round. Their circumference was as wide as a tables. She could not merely pass around them. A bone flew from somewhere and landed near her. A dog, or what she presumed to be a dog, came around and grabbed the bone in his mouth. The dog floated and had a red nose. His body was made of skeleton bones just like the Pumking King? Where was she again?
Approaching next was the skeleton king. Shouldn't the Pumpkin King be a pumpkin. Nothing made sense here. The skeleton walked towards a tree and opened a door. The door was shaped like a christmas tree. Christmas wasn't until several months.
"What is this?" He asked to no one in particular. She creeped towards him, trying to get a closer look inside the tree, as soon as she did, he screamed, "Whoa!" Both were sucked into the tree. How could a tree have any power over them? Could it be the wind? She couldn't think as the darkness consumed her again. At least she wasn't alone. She was with a walking skeleton that sang to no audience.