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A Stargate Halloween
Chapter 8
Rodney paced his room wildly, his mind sputtering with uncertainty and fear, as every creak and groan from the old house triggered his imagination to thoughts that made every hair on the back of his neck stand up straight.
Although he had every single lamp or lantern turned on in the room and the door was wide open out towards the hall, he still paced and muttered words of comfort to himself as his arms were wrapped tightly around each other, holding himself in a mock hug.
"This is ridiculous, theres nothing to be afraid of," he told himself aloud. "Just shut the lights and go lie down, everything will be fine." He hurriedly approached the bed, letting his knees barely touch its pristine edges before turning quickly at a ferociously loud rumble of thunder that shook the large window pane at the corner of his room.
"Is that window even stable?!" he shrieked to no one in particular as he rushed over, trying to think of some way to logically assertain its stability.
He placed his hands gently on the window pane to feel its solidity and momentarily watched entranced as the sky lit up in an array of lightning streaks while the shadow of the raindrops ran eerily down his face through the glass.
Movement caught his eye and he turned his attention to the yard below, which stretched miles behind the gigantic house. It looked as if animal pens littered the area and Rodney could barely make out the chained up creatures, their metallic leashes restraining them from moving very far.
Lightning lit the sky again and the creatures reared their heads toward it, filling Rodney with a sensation of pure dread at recognition of their faces. They weren't just any creature, they were Wraith.
Rodney stood transfixed as he watched them crawl around the yard on all fours, nipping violently at each other, their chained necks straining as they tried to reach. Another movement, and Rodney watched horrified as the butler emerged from within the house carrying a large wriggling black bag, which was obviously extremely heavy from the manner in which he was walking.
The rain was blearing the window and Rodney tried desperately to see through it, getting a better glimpse with each lightning strike.
Once the blur had cleared from the window, Rodney peered down and put a hand instinctively to his mouth covering it, as he watched the Wraith feed on the freshly dumped body that the butler had just removed from the bag. The man was barely dressed and blood covered most of his skin. Through the endless pattering of rain and mighty roars of wind, Rodney could still make out the man's screams and watched horrified as the butler simply rolled the black bag up neatly, dusted it off and reentered the house.