Thursday, February 24, 2011

Foggy Appearances

This little piece was part of a challenge from Diana E. Backhouse's photos on 6 Sentences... So here goes...

Foggy Appearances

He watched out the window at the advancing fog snaking its way around the converted medieval chapel he now called home, and knew she was coming for him. Her appearances were far and few between, but today her voice echoed the halls, its sound chilling to the bones no matter how close to the fire he sat. As evening drew near, an ache in his neck began to throb and he nervously paced across his study using his hand to try and damper the thud-thud of shooting pain. With each strike of the clock he found himself checking out the window toward the remains of the old cemetery. By Midnight, there was nothing he could see outside the window for the fog had grown to thick. He didn’t hear her silent footsteps, for she glided above the ground, but did feel the sharp pain as she sank her fangs into his neck; he took note as black clouded his mind that this time she would drain him dry and that later in the week there would be a fresh grave someone else would stare at long into the future.

2 comments:

  1. Tight and really well narrated Nic. It reminds me of Poe in its concision.

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  2. WOW, QUITE CHILLING , SCARY, AND REMINDS ME OF DRACULA,.....LOVE THE IDEA OF THE ADVANCING FOG SNAKING ITS WAY AROUND THE MEDIEVAL CHAPEL - GREAT READ NIK...

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