I hope I'm good at writing creepy horror stories :D
Malik bent over the table and looked at the letter he received. Three days had passed and nothing new happened. His daily routine was still the same; wake up, tend to the plants that he creates medicines out of, check in with Masyaf, and get back to whatever he was doing the previous day.
It had become quiet to say the least. With the entire order knowing that Altair was deceased, everyone automatically took a vow of silence. From the other assassins coming and going through the bureau, Malik had learned that all speaking in the dining hall- which was notorious or being loud -was completely silent. No one would say a word other than prayers. It would pass, Malik knew, but it really did say something massive about the situation.
The sun was setting and the only source of light he now had was a candlelight, and blast it; candles aren't all that bright, no matter how many are lit. His eyes were tired anyway, with the feeling of sand gritting itself inside of them. He set down the quill and blew out the candle, then, in the dark, walked upstairs to retire for the night.
Malik slid underneath the covers of his bed and took in a long, deep sigh. He stared at the ceiling for a good five minutes before rolling onto his side.
A few minutes passed and he was half awake, half asleep. A creek at the door to his bedroom woke him up completely and he instinctively looked towards it. He was quiet, and all what he heard was silence. He shrugged it off, deeming it just his imagination.
The sound of a barefooted person running across the wooden floorboards roused up Malik again. He sat up straight and scanned the room, seeing nothing. Maybe one of the brothers had arrived at this hour, but no one ever went into his room. It was like walking into someone's house; you don't just open up the door and sit on the couch.
The sound of the feet came back again, this time running for the door. Malik panicked and lit a candle, grabbing the knife that laid next to it. He waited for a while, but when nothing else was heard, he began to ease down a bit.
He sighed and blew out the candle again, taking one last look at the door before laying down completely.
He heard someone take in a struggling breath, as if they were suffocating through something, and when he looked at the entrance to the room again, he saw a crimson-colored outline of Altair standing in the doorway, staring at him.
Malik closed his eyes tightly and opened them in the hopes that he was just hallucinating, but the figure was still there. It opened up its arms as if to embrace, but instead it made a choking, screeching noise and charged towards him as if he were a threat of some sort.
Malik bolted out of his bed and watched the crimson figure of Altair disappear right before he ran into the bed.
Malik was quick to light a candle again and ran downstairs into the lower part of the bureau. He had been in dangerous, scary situations before, but he had never felt his hairs stand on end as they were right now.
He hoped rather desperately that he was just seeing things, or maybe that he's just dreaming, that he'll wake up in his bed and say, "Hah, it was just a nightmare." He didn't want to think that this brief incident would mean that he was going crazy.
But he was positive that that wasn't a dream in the slightest bit.
Woohoo, go short chapters :D The next one will be a bit longer and have more Altair in it.