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Rated: 13+ · Other · Death · #1811530
A short tale as to the knowing of the unknown.
The night was calm, moonlight gleaming through open seams bringing notice to things better left in the pit of unfathomnable darkness. As a fiend of the night after all seemed well before the clock stroked twelve and all power ceased. A dreary hand springs to the cupboard lashing forth a baton of light to spread awareness of the sudden gloom. Fear not the night as she would utter, for its not the night but what lurks within. A small tip with a sudden crash all drew quiet but the rattle of the haft, quivering hands bringing forth a clattering of metal when the slam of a door was heard in the distance. She thought she was mad as creaks drew near but her peace had been broken when she ran in fear. A Pattering of haste steps flew up the oak stairs never minding the screech heard from below, swing of a door, scattering of light, she locked herself in smeared with fresh fright. Scowering filled the air, no help to come to her aid, strong wind blew fierce from the outer walls as there was but another helpless soul confined to a prison of the unknown. Greeting light was no more with the slip of her fingers proceeded with a shattering fall to break the eary silence. Covering her screams with an unsteady hand, her greatest fear had come to fruition, alone in the dark with no escape. The last flickers of light flashed before the door, a pounding was heard just on the other side, it was not for the better as what was shown was nothing at all through the narrow gap. What is to be seen is not the worst as what is not...
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