Cold and dark was the night; But those words cannot come close to describe the events that I experienced to its fullest. The day broke and the sun was bleeding red. There was nothing to foreshadow the night's agenda. It was a day like any other, but lacking in something. What was lacking? Perhaps it was the songs of the winged watchers. Or maybe, it was the eerie silence that filled my surroundings. Either way, something was missing. Then I realized what it was. Since I awoke, I hadn't seen a single person.
I walked for many miles, searching and yelling at my vocal's capacity in order to find anyone, anything, an answer to my question. Many hours of searching that lead to unsolved riddles of my mind, weakened my ability to continue. The sun was falling into the horizon, and the ghostly moon slowly crept over the mountains. At first glance, I paid no attention to the pale satellite; but I then saw under its dim glow a fire burning on the top of the mountain. How long it was burning, I do not know. My curiosity drew me towards it.
After a couple mile walk, I reached the base of the mountain. I regretfully embraced a most pungent smell. It was the smell of the smoke from the fire; Not like any smell I had ever experienced. Cautiously, I climbed the mountain side. Near the top, the fire's sound of crackling echoed through my mind, and its flames' dance mesmerized my eyes. It was truly a strange, yet beautiful site. As I neared closer to the fire, I realized that it wasn't wood that fueled the massive flames. Inside of the fiery glow, there were several stacked objects. They appeared thin and grayish-white, but burned and ashed just like wood. As I glared even harder into the fire, I made out what resembled to be skulls sitting on top the pile of wood. Only it was not wood, it was bones. Human remains stacked one upon the other. Some sort of holocaust. I did not loiter to find anymore answers. Sounds could be heard around me; Things moving in the mountain's woods.
Like the flashing lightning, I made haste down the mountain side, through the fields, and down the streets of my small town. From inside my house, the faint glow of the mountain fire could still be seen. Only now, the fire no longer captivated my mind and flattered my eyes; now it sickened me. Fear filled my body. Now that I knew what had happened to everyone, I feared for my own life. For hours I sat in my home, in the dark, waiting for anything to happen.
The moon was directly overhead when I first heard noises from the streets. At first, the sounds were quiet and short, but they soon grew in loudness and length. I began to hear them more frequently as well. Inside, I was panicking. At the height of my distress, I peered through my window. Under the pale, dim glow of the street light, I could see a figure. It was in a pause as if it had seen me and was examining me. I quickly ducked away from the window. Half a minute later, I peered out again. The figure was now moving toward my house. There was nothing I could do. I had no weapons to defend myself. But I suppose that in certain situations, anything can become a weapon.
I locked all of the doors in my house and began my search. In the basement, I was chanced to find a crowbar. I slowly climbed the basement stairs; I could hear a banging on my front door. I slowly approached. The banging stopped, so I paused. I could still hear a tiny scratching on the door. I unlocked it, threw it open, and smote the shadowy figure in the head. Blood flooded from its collapsed skull and the figure fell.
On the door, there was a note. I began to read it:
"Dear Mr. Jameson, We tried to reach you earlier, but we were unsuccessful. Last night, a fire erupted on the mountain top. The local fire volunteers attempted to put it out but failed and became casualties. We were informed that it would be at least a day before we could get professional help, so for safety's sake, it has been decided that the town be evacuated. Hopefully, you had left town before this had taken place and are safe. We will try to contact you again later.
–Sam Taylor, Sheriff of Hermannsville"
After reading the letter, I closely examined the figure that lay motionless at my feet. The moment I saw the badge over its left bosom, I knew who it was; Sheriff Sam Taylor. In that instant, I heard sirens approaching. I could see the flashing lights. It was the fire fighters; they had arrived and were looking for the Sheriff for information. I stood in my spot, not budging. The fire inspector approached me, looked at the lifeless body in front of me and saw the crowbar in my hand. He forced me to the ground and I went unconscious.
I woke a few hours later in a jail cell, and began pacing back and forth. My court hearing was to take place in a few days. That night was the most terror-filled night for me. While there are no real ghosts and few unexplained events, sometimes the events that are explained are more frightening.
-It's just something that I wrote over a summer a few years ago. I liked the idea of it, so I decided to share it. Enjoy.
I walked for many miles, searching and yelling at my vocal's capacity in order to find anyone, anything, an answer to my question. Many hours of searching that lead to unsolved riddles of my mind, weakened my ability to continue. The sun was falling into the horizon, and the ghostly moon slowly crept over the mountains. At first glance, I paid no attention to the pale satellite; but I then saw under its dim glow a fire burning on the top of the mountain. How long it was burning, I do not know. My curiosity drew me towards it.
After a couple mile walk, I reached the base of the mountain. I regretfully embraced a most pungent smell. It was the smell of the smoke from the fire; Not like any smell I had ever experienced. Cautiously, I climbed the mountain side. Near the top, the fire's sound of crackling echoed through my mind, and its flames' dance mesmerized my eyes. It was truly a strange, yet beautiful site. As I neared closer to the fire, I realized that it wasn't wood that fueled the massive flames. Inside of the fiery glow, there were several stacked objects. They appeared thin and grayish-white, but burned and ashed just like wood. As I glared even harder into the fire, I made out what resembled to be skulls sitting on top the pile of wood. Only it was not wood, it was bones. Human remains stacked one upon the other. Some sort of holocaust. I did not loiter to find anymore answers. Sounds could be heard around me; Things moving in the mountain's woods.
Like the flashing lightning, I made haste down the mountain side, through the fields, and down the streets of my small town. From inside my house, the faint glow of the mountain fire could still be seen. Only now, the fire no longer captivated my mind and flattered my eyes; now it sickened me. Fear filled my body. Now that I knew what had happened to everyone, I feared for my own life. For hours I sat in my home, in the dark, waiting for anything to happen.
The moon was directly overhead when I first heard noises from the streets. At first, the sounds were quiet and short, but they soon grew in loudness and length. I began to hear them more frequently as well. Inside, I was panicking. At the height of my distress, I peered through my window. Under the pale, dim glow of the street light, I could see a figure. It was in a pause as if it had seen me and was examining me. I quickly ducked away from the window. Half a minute later, I peered out again. The figure was now moving toward my house. There was nothing I could do. I had no weapons to defend myself. But I suppose that in certain situations, anything can become a weapon.
I locked all of the doors in my house and began my search. In the basement, I was chanced to find a crowbar. I slowly climbed the basement stairs; I could hear a banging on my front door. I slowly approached. The banging stopped, so I paused. I could still hear a tiny scratching on the door. I unlocked it, threw it open, and smote the shadowy figure in the head. Blood flooded from its collapsed skull and the figure fell.
On the door, there was a note. I began to read it:
"Dear Mr. Jameson, We tried to reach you earlier, but we were unsuccessful. Last night, a fire erupted on the mountain top. The local fire volunteers attempted to put it out but failed and became casualties. We were informed that it would be at least a day before we could get professional help, so for safety's sake, it has been decided that the town be evacuated. Hopefully, you had left town before this had taken place and are safe. We will try to contact you again later.
–Sam Taylor, Sheriff of Hermannsville"
After reading the letter, I closely examined the figure that lay motionless at my feet. The moment I saw the badge over its left bosom, I knew who it was; Sheriff Sam Taylor. In that instant, I heard sirens approaching. I could see the flashing lights. It was the fire fighters; they had arrived and were looking for the Sheriff for information. I stood in my spot, not budging. The fire inspector approached me, looked at the lifeless body in front of me and saw the crowbar in my hand. He forced me to the ground and I went unconscious.
I woke a few hours later in a jail cell, and began pacing back and forth. My court hearing was to take place in a few days. That night was the most terror-filled night for me. While there are no real ghosts and few unexplained events, sometimes the events that are explained are more frightening.
-It's just something that I wrote over a summer a few years ago. I liked the idea of it, so I decided to share it. Enjoy.
Who made you God to say "I'll take your life from you"?