spooky

Dawn’s Beams

     When the beams of first dawn’s light hit her in the face she stopped and looked around for the first time that night. She had seen so much during her time and this was just another day. People would start to get out of bed and look upon the world with joy of a new day in their minds. People would be heading home having worked all night in the toil of their social status. Never changing and always looked down upon by those who made more and were born into more. She let the warm rays waft down her naked body, burning away the chill from the moon, who much like herself provided light but no warmth. She appeared as any normal hard working woman would, trying to make something more for herself in this world. She smiled and laughed with the others when they made jokes. She flirted with the mildly attractive men in her office. Enough to get what she wanted but never enough to make them brave. If asked her colleges might call her ‘Cute’, ‘sweet’, or even ‘kindly’. Often enough she had been compared to a sister or mother or aunt of someone. Each time she would laugh out loud in a gentle manner and silently mock them for being fooled.

     That was until she met Him. He was the most beautiful thing she had ever laid her eyes on. He was beyond the words of other women’s gossip in the office, single, hot, and funny. It was the first time that she had ever really felt a warm flame in her. A sweet, hot thing that started to burn away her walls. He saw past every flirty word she would say to him. He would just smile and look back to his work. The only thing that had given her a clue as to his own lust for her was at a “Team Building” activity. He had been there as she pulled up and seen her struggle to pull out the large ice chest from the back of the car. He jogged over to help her out and she watched each godly step in slow motion as he approached her. He didn’t say a single word as he wedged himself between the car she had parked to close to and rounded around the open door. He looked into her eyes with a look she had never seen before and pressed his perfectly sculpted body across her chest. Pressing her into the frame of the car. With the next two words he set her aflame.

         “How Many?”

      She looked at him with a new passion. She would have this man. She would take him in as she had all the others before him and she would own every inch. Before she could respond he deftly grabbed the handle of the cooler and yanked it out. Balancing it on his shoulder he maneuvered quickly around her and headed back to the party. No one the wiser as to what had just happened. She joined the party but had a more distant and far off look to her face. She kept watching him to wait for him to steal glances at her. To admire her from afar, but everything he did, was natural and he kept moving around the party without looking like he was avoiding her. He never glanced at her once. It was as if he had never said anything to her at all. Confusion and anger entered the party and took hold of her as she struggled to understand. He was like her. She was sure of it. He had things that he never let them see and he must have the same urges she did. He had known what doing that would do, he had known that she wouldn’t be able to resist the challenge.

      After the party one of the married men unhappy with their marriage and looking to be set on fire again, helped her with the now empty cooler and placed it back in her car. She ignored his sad attempts at seducing her and treated him like a child to get him to back off. As he left and entered his own car she searched around the park once more. Looking for the face that had entranced her all day. He was saying goodbye to the one person in the office that she couldn’t stand, a perky short brunette with breast to large for her frame. He was standing at her car holding open the driver’s door, but she wasn’t upset or in a hurry to have him leave. The Bimbo giggled and trailed her hand down her tits more than once. She realized that this was more annoying than anything she had put up with since high school. In fact, the Bimbo reminded her of her first.

     She was young and so pumped full of hormones that she didn’t care who it was, she just WANTED someone. She found the 3rd in rank cheerleader whose large chest was the only thing keeping her planted firmly in the popular ranks, and she had shown her pleasure. She had taught her how addicting lust could be in the right hands, or well, her right hand. Then she got her own fill of lust as she watched the pleasure in her eyes transfer to pain as the blood seeped out of the long shallow but effective cut on her neck. She had enjoyed playing with the body after and had disposed of it in a patch of woods in a neighboring state. They would never look for her because she had never told anyone who she was messing with and as far as anyone knew the two girls would have never in their lives chosen to cross paths. She left soon after graduating as talks of the girl running away to join her boyfriend in college, getting away from her abusive father spread among the school like wildfire.  She had never like the kids at her school but they were very good at making this so much easier for her.

     Years had past since then and she had taken to men for the most part as they were fairly easy to fool. Always thinking of women as weak and unable to care for themselves. She kept the distance between each outing as random as she could and always in a “camping” environment. Putting distance between their lives and her homemade horror. Cutting off their ability to contact anyone or be heard in the night. Never had she been found out and never had there been anyone to link her. This man, however, could feel it. He could see it on her skin and wasn’t fooled by her farce. He saw her for who she was, just like him.

      He smiled at the Bimbo and slowly looked over to her. His smile still plastered on but watching her with coldness. He quickly snapped his focus back to the girl in front of him and continued talking. She sat down in her car but didn’t turn it on. She watched. It was fun, like watching an actor do what you do in real life. It seemed so clear what he was doing to her, but this girl had no idea. He leaned in and spoke near her ear and she giggled turned into her car, being sure to give him a great view and returned with a slip of paper. He smiled and took it, placing it in his pocket. She pouted and tugged on his sleeve like a child would when demanding something. He looked sadly apologetic and shooed her into the car. She fought it a bit more giving him time to change his mind and then headed off. He smiled and waved until she was out of sight, then dropped the mask and turned to her.

      His sudden cold manner made the air chill. She got a sudden rush of goosebumps across her arms as he started to approach her. His long strides didn’t leave him far away for long. He reached her window and waited for her reaction. She opened the door and looked up at him.

       “Get out and follow me.” His gruff voice vibrated her chest and she felt her lungs reaching for every inch of air as it escaped her.

      She slowly grabbed her keys and insured her knife was still seated comfortably on her waistband. She arranged herself and stepped out of the car. He started walking and didn’t look back. She quickly shut the door and followed behind him. He walked silently into the park and right past the tables, walking a bit faster heading for the wooded lot behind the park. She smiled. He wanted her. She had known it. His strong back flexed with each step and she focused only on the changes in his shirt made with each step.

      After walking much deeper than she had ever explored he stopped. They were on a hillside where you could see the moon rising. It was much higher then she realized it should be and she could see the faintness of stars coming out. She smiled. He turned and looked at her with an unemotional face. His soul showing up in his cold dead looking eyes. His hands quickly grabbed her waist and pulled her in. Passion. Something they had both faked at one point was all that was seen. She was pulled under his rain of pleasure and returned with a fire of lust, guiding him to hold her deeper. He didn’t speak but pulled back enough to see her face. She quickly yanked on his shirt, tossing it aside. He reached behind her and undid her zipper for the tight lacy skirt she was wearing. She used her own hands to help wiggle out of it tossing it aside. She quickly reached up and removed the matching top and with her hands over her head he drove deep inside of her.

     He had found her knife, most likely when he pressed against her at the car, and claimed it with his first move. Now, her most trusted tool was thrust into her ribs pulling at the tissue. The sensation caused her to smile. Pain was surly what she was feeling but it was such a wonderful feeling. He yanked the handle and plunged it in again. Over and over finding his own rhythm to ravage her with.

     Finally with a small flourish he was done. She looked over to him with her remaining strength and smiled. He looked back, her blood on his face, and growled, “Why her, you could have picked anyone but you picked her. I followed you that night, she was mine. I had been planning it for years. She was going to be my first. YOU STOLE HER. Took her joy and pain from me. All of it should have been mine.”
     He reached over and softly moved the hair away from her eyes. “Well, now, I will have you. My first. I won’t forget you.” He shakingly reached over and moved his head closely to her kissing her forehead and breathing in deeply the scent of her shampoo.

     He got up and quickly dressed removing his presence from the area as he went. No fingerprints, no shoe prints, nothing to tie him here. He would get away. They would look for someone to blame but no one could point the finger to him. She watched him walk away and turned back to look at the pink hued sky. Dawn would be here soon and she wanted to watch.

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Waiting Witch

The dark shadows traced across the kitchen as the moon hung low in the window. The silent footsteps of a careful intruder left little to hear for anyone listening. Long ago the girl had been warned that this day would come. She had shrugged it off at the time but as her 30th year drew closer she could almost feel the cold skeletal hands creep up her back to make due on that fateful prophecy. She had lead an easy life for too long now… it hungered to end it all. Turning to the stairs it started to climb. She had pictures littering the wall to show of her life lead up to this point. She had traveled around the world, found wonders, love, heartbreak, life long friends and learned so much. As it crested the top step it paused. Where a single strong heartbeat had always marked the path to the woman, now stood a second smaller line. Thin and pale but there all the same. Following the new line it came upon a door set ajar. Inside the room bathed in pink and soft light lay a small child wrapped gently to keep the night chill from disrupting her. It turned from the child to look out at the door across the hall as a familiar figure filled the doorway with a mess of curls crowning her head in a mocking fashion to remind it of the pain and loss suffered.

The woman smiled at the bright blue sky and thought of her husband. He had been gone from this land for a long time now but he always enjoyed a beautiful sky and mild weather. She thought fondly of him. She had also started thinking fondly of the baker down the road who always had extra of her favorite bread ready for her when she came calling. This man was young. Younger than her, and he was well loved by the people of the town. How well loved the woman was not aware for he spread his seed as he did his bread among the women of the town. Including the King’s beloved niece, left in his care by his late sister. The woman looked back to her cart to see a small quick hand reach out and take a rose. The figure may have been cloaked but the woman could tell at once it was a girl. Most likely a street urchin looking to make a coin. The woman caught the girl and mocked her in front of the town as someone ran for the guards. She had never seen the royal family and had no idea that the girl she mocked was the King’s niece. After being returned to her uncle the girl was set to be wed off within the fortnight ( two weeks) to ensure her morality stay with her. This however did not sway the girl from finding a way to bring the woman who made this happen forward before the King and be cast with a punishment of death for stealing bread. The young baker, who dare not speak out against a girl with so many of his secrets, had called out the woman as a witch who cast a spell on him to give away his bread and was causing him to lose livelihood. The woman was set to death for a witch, starved and stoned. However, after being pummeled she had not perished, she lay there bleeding. She watched the young man who she had thought fondly of cast down a rock on her, and quietly walk away. Then the girl came at night, wearing the cloak she was caught in, she called to the woman. “See witch, I always get my way. I was blessed at birth. I only hope my stone is the one to kill you so as to insure you pay for what you took from me.” With the last of her passing life she called out to the girl as she felt the cold set into her bones. “Girl, spoiled girl that you are, live your life, but know this, when your 30th year comes to pass I will come for you to end your line. I will never leave the banks of this world until I know that your line ends by my hand.” The girl scoffed at her and cast down her stone, landing solidly on her heart letting out the anger and hate the woman held for the spoiled child and latching her curse onto the heart of the girl. As the years ticked by and the girl was married off, she had given birth to 4 children, all healthy boys. The line that drew the witch to the girl was solid but on her 20th birth year she gave birth to a small pale girl, this is when the first thin line appeared, and the witch knew that in order to be freed from this world she must claim the life of the LAST of the line. Meaning the last girl born in her line by the 30th year. Fate made their lives full and easy in seeming to know what horror would come at 30. Each girl then continued to bare a female child before nearing 30.

The mother who had woken to check on her sweet new angel looked up and locked eyes with the pale thin witchy woman in front of her. The woman gave off an almost ethereal glow. As their eyes met the story of her family curse played in her head as it must have played for her mother. This was the threat that she was warned of at 15. The images slowed as it showed the clock ticking to midnight in her mind. She was 30 now, but like her mother, she had missed the curse because of her child. Now the Witch would be watching this child grow and waiting to come to her and claim her for the curse on her 30th year.

Damned Sight

The rain fell in fat drops on the roof. Her night had been left to some reheated pizza and whatever was playing on TV. She had known that the night would be cold, but the storm that had started to rage outside was a bit stronger then she expected.

Looking around her house she was sad that she hadn’t taken the chance to duck out of town for the weekend like her roommates. They always had some kind of adventure or trip planned to some new place she had never realized was an option. She had intended to spend this weekend out at some of the local bars and pubs looking for some fun new people to talk to and reach outside of her comfort zone with. Her more passive nature tended to leave her alone and driving home after just one drink. During the day the house had a light airy feel to it, but this storm had given it’s cold to the bones of the house and robbed any hope of feeling like she could relax. Standing up and walking across the living room to turn on the heater she felt the hair on her arms stand up.

CRACK! A loud, bright and powerful flash of lighting filled the air. She could almost taste the heat from it. Such a contrast to the coldness surrounding her. The lights in the house and TV all shut off. She pulled out her phone and used the flashlight to walk over to the windows, peaking out the front she saw that the streetlights had gone out as well. Her street was pitch black. Being the daughter of some very careful parents she went around the house and unplugged anything still in the walls. If the power did come back on she didn’t want it to fry her stuff with a burst of energy. She also made sure to flip the switches on all the lights to make sure they would be off. Another loud but not as close lighting strike hit. Her ears could hear the rumbling last for much longer, echoing in the darkness.

Bet this storm looks pretty bad ass, and we have a huge front porch, why not go watch it? With that she went to the fridge and poured herself a glass of her favorite wine. She unlocked the doors and stepped outside. The rain was falling in gentle sheets across the road in front of her house. The cold was no worse outside then in, so she left the door open. Sitting down in one of the chairs she slowly sipped her wine. She thought back to the warm pub and loud people that filled the bar. She had been getting a weird vibe from the room which is part of why she ducked out so early. Everyone else seemed not to notice it or be bothered by it but she just couldn’t shake it. Another strike of lighting traced a pattern in the sky, making a sweet low rumble. The street lit up a bit with the light and she could make out a tall shape down the street from her. Just seeing it made the hair on her body tingle. As the light faded she wasn’t sure if she had seen anything as it didn’t seem to be moving. Must be a tree or mailbox being lit oddly by the lighting. She took another sip and tried to relax. She watched the spot waiting for some movement or another lighting strike to illuminate the area. Time seemed to have slowed down and minutes seemed to have passed before the next very close and very loud crack of lighting lit up the area she was watching. There much closer then she expected was a tall figure who stood clothed in what looked like a tux with a top hat. His face obscured by the shadows but his movements were so slow he almost appeared to be standing still.

She stood up. Holding the glass with both hands to try and make out clearly what she was seeing. The figure looked up. The next bolt of lighting had her running for the door. As the strike hit and lit up his face she could make out his ash grey-blue skin, and very sharp looking teeth. Teeth that were clearly seen by the large patch of missing skin from the front of his face just where his lips should have been. It looked as though they had been ripped off. Those closed eyes worried her most. He walked in almost a straight path to her. Eyes closed, lightly and she feared what horror she might see or what might happen if he opened them. As she finished locking the door she ran around to the back to ensure that it was also locked well. She waited, well away from the doors and windows to see if she was just seeing things. She had her baseball bat her mother had given her when she moved out and her cell phone ready with the emergency number in case she needed it.

The falling drops of rain seemed to take up space in her mind, with each drop she heard she relaxed as nothing happened. Waiting quietly, when suddenly, the lights turned on outside. Her porch light flicked on as did the street light down the street that always seemed to peer into her front windows. She checked the main phone line and noticed it was down. She remembered that she had unplugged the base so that might have been why she wasn’t able to hear a dial tone. She took a deep breath and stood up. Smiling at herself she clicked her phone over to her Facebook to check her friend’s status and post her own status about this crazy storm. ‘Can’t remember the last time I had such a scare! No power and some kids decide to freak me out with leftover Halloween makeup!’ Sure, that had to be all it was. So stupid. She giggled to herself and locked her phone, looking up to the face from the street. Her front door was open, wet foot prints marked the slow silent path he had made as she was emerged in her phone. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t even think. Breathing seemed impossible. This thing had made it inside without her even noticing. She closed her eyes bracing for what was to come.

“See Me” She waited, eyes still closed as the voice spoke to her again. “See Meee, Seee Meee, See MEEE” A loud crack made her jump. Her eyes opened as a response and she saw the figure, head tilted, eyes starting to flutter. Her mind raced as she started to fear the figure seeing her. She scrambled backward and started for the bedroom. She could hear the soft echo of movement just barely noticeable over the pounding of the rain outside. She slammed her bedroom door closed and pushed her bed across the frame. She pulled her phone back out and started to dial again. Her heart dropped as she watched the knob of the door slowly turning. Her bed started to scrape across the floor. Her phone returned not the expectant ringing but a soft sound of a chilled voice. “Seeeeeeeeee Meeeeee” She looked at her phone as it powered its self off, refusing her any assistance. She turned quickly and opened her window jumping out onto the wet lawn. Looking backward she saw the figure’s hat slide into view. She got up and started running. The houses around her all had open doors. She didn’t know what the hell was going on but she didn’t want to stick around to find out. She continued running in the direction of the pub she had last visited. People, she needed to see people. The lighting was still making soft protests in the sky as she rounded the street to the main road. Cars drove past as if nothing was going on. She started walking. Cold, soaked but scared shitless she kept walking. If her phone wasn’t fucked due to water now, it would be soon. She got to the small pub and walked inside. The crowd didn’t seem to notice her at all. She walked to the bar and asked for the phone. The bar keep looked her over and pointed to the very old and vintage looking pay phone near the bathrooms.

“Look, I don’t have any money on me. I just need to call the police. I had someone break into my house. My phone is dead, and I left in a hurry so please just…” She left it open for him to fill in the blank. He looked her over again and shook his head. Reaching under the bar he handed her the phone. She called the police and told them what had happened…. as best she could. There had been a weird man outside who then broke into her house and chased her. She gave her current location and they told her to stay put. A few minutes later a pair of police officers showed up and started looking around the bar, she walked over to them. They confirmed she was the one who had called in and they gave her a ride back to the house. They had gone there first to make sure no one was waiting around. The power was back on so she turned on all the lights in the house. The officers sat down and started asking questions about the figure she had seen. She started describing the clothes and theatrical makeup (because what else could it be) and how it spoke to her. The weirdest part was the phone and other houses in the neighborhood. She heard her cell phone ringtone come from her bedroom where she had plugged it in on her arrival. The officers stated they would wait for her to return, she looked at the caller ID and it stated it was emergency services. Picking it up she could hear rain in the background.

“Seeeeeeee Meeeeeeee” She nearly dropped the phone. She unplugged it and ran to the living room. The officers seemed startled, she put the phone on speaker phone. “Ma’m, are you there? Did the officers find you alright?” The taller of the two walked over. “Yes we did, Thank you Anna.” He gave her a puzzled look, and handed back her phone. She tried to explain but the words wouldn’t come out. She sat there trying to think of what was going on. The officers offered to take her to a house of a family or friend near by or to wait for her to pack up some stuff for her so she could drive out but she declined. Maybe she was just tired and needed to sleep. Maybe someone had slipped her something in the pub. The police took their leave and she locked up tight. She didn’t bother turning off the lights she just slowly made her way to her room biting her thumb. She changed into her most soft P.Js and ducked into bed. Sleep was the only thing she was going to try to achieve now. The rain continued softly falling on the tree outside her window, however it was the soft clicking on her window that she was to frightened to look at. “Seeeeee Meeeeee, Seeeeee Meeeeee, SEE MEEEeee” The voice continued, and although she worried she realized at that moment, she wasn’t alone. Not anymore. No one could see or hear this thing whatever it was, so she was the only one. A crack of lighting hit outside on the street, the sound of it and heat forced her to look at the window. There was nothing. The sound was gone, it was gone.

Black view

The cold porcelain woke him a bit. He was unsure as to why he was in the bathroom. Blinking at the glare from the moon, he noticed the light had not been turned on.

Darkness had always frightened him and he had never been one to do something without thought. His ragged breath was a sure sign of how his current settings and lack of memory was effecting him. He started to take his settings in one by one in this tiny room he used often enough to know blindfolded. He scanned the room unsure of what he was experiencing.

The dark corners pulled at his mind to leave his body and join them in the dark folds.

An unsettling quite fell on him as he sat there wondering what to do next. Reaching down to pull up his boxers that rested around his ankles he looked forward to the large window over his bathtub. He froze as he saw the two crimson eyes stare back at him from the black void that now covered the light of the moon.

His breath hitched almost afraid of making any noise. Regardless that he had been breathing this whole time and the sudden stop of sound would be an absence to be noted. He could see the eyes moving almost hovering. They would have to be flying somehow since his bathroom was on the second story of the house.

His insides turned to ice as the slimy voice echoed in the room, “Don’t forget to wash your hands.”


I can’t seem to get away from making it goofy. That’s okay because right now I am enjoying playing with the descriptions and knowing what is too much and how I can tweak it and such.