Warning: This story might be garbage, but I appreciate if you read it)
We focused on a road that was far from the city and there were only street lights illuminating the road but it was barely visible outside of that.
We also see blood stains on the ground and a child with bruises on his body, around his face, his arms and chest. It was a boy that had the appearance of an 8 year old with messy brown hair and eyes.
From what was going on, he was running away from something. He was afraid of it and all he wanted to do was to stay away from it. But despite his efforts, he could still hear the footsteps of the thing that is chasing him
Behind him, there's a feminine figure walking casually while staring at the boy running for his life. She has long light red/pale auburn hair, normally kept in a loose braid with bangs reaching just past her eyebrows and two longer side bangs that frame her face. Even though her appearance wasn't as clear, what stood out was her glowing yellow eyes that creeped him.
The boy was afraid of her.
He wants to get away from her as fast as possible.
He craves freedom from her grasp.
But his efforts weren't enough because he can still hear louds footsteps coming from her. Even though they are outdoors, everything felt like an echo to him.
She giggles and whistles softly with an angelic melody then she sings:
(I don't speak Scottish so bare with me and the Google translation)
Dh' fhàg mi mo leanabh 'n a luidhe
(I left my baby lying here)
Na laighe an seo, na laighe an seo
(Lying here, lying here)
Dh'fhàg mi mo leanabh na laighe an seo
(I left my baby lying here)
Airson a dhol agus a 'cruinneachadh blueberries.
(To go and gather blueberries.)
Na stad
(Refrain)
Hovan, hovan gorry o falbh, gory o falbh, duilich o falbh,
(Hovan, hovan gorry o go, gorry o go, sorry o go,)
Hovan, hovan gorry o falbh, tha mi air mo leanabh gràdhach a chall o.
(Hovan, gorry o go, I've lost my darling baby o.)
Lorg mi lorg an dòbhran donn
(I found the wee brown otter's track)
Slighe an dòbhrain, slighe an dòbhrain
(Otter's track, otter's track)
Lorg mi lorg an dòbhran donn
(I found the wee brown otter's track)
Ach cha 'n fhaicear lorg air mo leanaban, O ! Na stad
(But ne'er a trace o' my baby, O! Refrain)
Lorg mi lorg na h-eala air an loch
(I found the track of the swan on the lake)
Swan on the lake, eala air an loch
(Swan on the lake, swan on the lake)
Lorg mi lorg na h-eala air an loch
(I found the track of the swan on the lake)
Ach chan e rian na pàisde, O! Na stad
(But not the track of baby, O! Refrain)
Lorg mi lorg ceò na beinne
(I found the trail of the mountain mist)
Ceò beinne, ceò beinne
(Mountain mist, mountain mist)
Lorg mi lorg ceò na beinne
(I found the trail of the mountain mist)
Ach cha 'n 'eil sgeul air leanabh, O ! Na stad
(But ne'er a trace of baby, O! Refrain)
Her beautiful voice disturbed him and that motivated him to run faster and ignore his anxious heart and exhausted body. He cried and pleaded mentally for someone to save him from her sight.
He didn't dare to look behind him and kept running as long as he could to escape, it didn't matter to him.
But then he would start coughing from the dirt that got in his mouth and got his eyes as well, slowing him down in the process. He held his throat with his left hand while he's using his right arm to rub his eyes.
He ended up not seeing where he was going, blindly guiding himself away so that he didn't see an obstacle in front of him which was a rock and he accidentally kicked it with his right foot and he fell down.
He felt immense pain from his foot, crying out loud with his eyes closed, not viewing his injury and when he opens them, he saw the same figure that he was trying get away from and he screams out of fear that he got up and starts to limp
But he was in pain so his speed dwelled and he could barely handle it well. He fell once again on the ground, still feeling massive pain on his foot.
He looks back and sees the woman once again getting close to him. He tried crawling away but that was a futile move because she was getting closer and he screamed even more, trying to get away but it wasn't helping his situation.
She finally caught up to him and he eventually stopped trying and kept gazing at her. She kneels down and continued staring at him, then smiles at him creepily and says
"I caught you once again.~"
We get to get a climpse of what the boy could see. A demon that is always watching him.
She would extend her arm, opens her palm reaching his face and he was frozen on the same position.
Her hand reached closer and covered his face and the last thing he sees his darkness from his point of view.
Gasp*
My eyes opened and I started to breathe heavily that I gripped my own shirt, trying to grasp on the pure nightmare I just experienced. I was anxious and sweat would leak out of my skin
I calmed myself down and I put my hand on my face and held it up
"Another nightmare, I keep having them for the past few weeks. What the fuck is wrong with me?"
I ask as if someone was beside me, but I lived alone so it didn't make sense talking like this, I lated down once again and sigh
"I think I need a therapist…"
I closed my eyes and fell asleep once again, hoping to not have any nightmare.
And cut
(Sorry for the trash story)
So this is going to be a weird story since we are in spooky season, so why not do a short story for the theme of this time and it's Friday The 13th
So I'll probably start making chapters for this book starting from October 30th or later on
Depends on my motivation, so uhh ye. I hope y'all enjoyed this. Have a blessed day and I'm out. Peace