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Hugo Müller-Downing, 10 Jul '12

"Can't you see it?", she said.
"What? What are you talking about?".
"That."

She screamed. Her blood ran cold with fear as the dark shadow moved towards her. She shivered, suddenly frozen, unable to move, and alone. She looked up and her eyes fell into the deep black that was reaching for her. With the little strength she had, she wrenched her arms over her face and shut her eyes tight.

And then it was gone. It was warm again, the cold had receded with her sense of fear but she dared not open her eyes.

She felt a cold grip close around her arms and start prying them open. She screamed, this time louder, and the whole house shook with her fear.

And then she heared a voice. "It's okay, it's me, Lucy. Your sister. You're going to be alright, I'll keep you safe."

She was going to be alright, Lucy would look after her. She looked out the window into the blackest night. It was snowing.

And in the trees she saw a shadow.

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  • Hugo Müller-Downing said...

    This was a little forced and it managed to delete itself once so this is what I could pick up from the lost first version. It's quite cold where I live so I tried to take some inspiration from being cold and perhaps a little delusional.

    • Posted 7 years ago
  • Anthony Blackshaw said...

    That was a rush! Awesome short burst @Hugo Müller-Downing. It's so often what isn't described that fuels the tension in a piece.

    • Posted 7 years ago