rickyknight1
October 17th, 2019, 03:39 AM
A mysterious event occurred to him once on a late summer night; the day started off as any other. Michael ate breakfast with his folks in the morning then waited ‘til about noon to go playing with the kids up street. The games made him lose track of time and soon, he was facing the soft glow of twilight. His parents would have a fit if he broke curfew, so he took off.
However, this was an especially troublesome predicament because there were some chilling disappearances lately. A few people from town told disturbing tales involving the occult, even claiming they found bloodstains on certain ground sites in the woods. Apparently, those who were captured were brought to rituals and then sacrificed.
Michael made it far as he could before getting coated under the black sky, then he began to breathe and sweat heavily as he made his way along a dirt trail he often used as a shortcut. Only catch was it ran through a vile forest, one standing between him and his destination. Once he finally took his first steps it felt as if the woods were alive, like it knew he was there.
Shortly after, he began to feel a maleficent spirit in the air, but kept walking along until he noticed something bizarre about the trees. They appeared to have manifested out of a very peculiar phantasm, the trunks and branches were contorted, and the trees themselves twisted in a ghastly manner in the shadows.
Each one a picturesque representation of some foul human emotions. Madness, despair, rage! All of which began to seep into his mind as everything around him started spinning, causing him to hurl as he fell to his knees. When suddenly a large group of bats came swooping in his area screeching and flying around in strange patterns.
The bats looked hungry as they swerved ferociously in the air and he didn’t want to stick around to prove it. He immediately took off running and kept going for a while but as he got further along the way and began to lose his breath, he made sure he didn’t stop until he was sure they were all gone. For the next forty yards or so he staggered like a drunkard with every inch, his body was tired enough to make him feel a hundred years old.
His darkest hour was now at hand; his spirit was broken, and his core passed its limits of exhaustion. Through the mere absurdness of it all, he fainted. Everything grew dimmer as he fell headlong to a would be grave. It must have been several hours before he was awakened briskly by the unfamiliar hands of his brawny neighbor. Who stooped down next to Michael and put his right arm over his shoulders.
“Here there.” The man said. Then he slowly lifted him up as Michael coughed and groaned, it was then that the boy realized there was a small gathering of people that came along. At the head of the pack he saw the face of his father, coming to his rescue. The lit candles gave him a sort of heroic hue as he stood there majestically- confident that his son would be all right. His hair was darker than usual, and his eyeglasses were with him as always, like a fierce warrior and his favorite weapon.
However, this was an especially troublesome predicament because there were some chilling disappearances lately. A few people from town told disturbing tales involving the occult, even claiming they found bloodstains on certain ground sites in the woods. Apparently, those who were captured were brought to rituals and then sacrificed.
Michael made it far as he could before getting coated under the black sky, then he began to breathe and sweat heavily as he made his way along a dirt trail he often used as a shortcut. Only catch was it ran through a vile forest, one standing between him and his destination. Once he finally took his first steps it felt as if the woods were alive, like it knew he was there.
Shortly after, he began to feel a maleficent spirit in the air, but kept walking along until he noticed something bizarre about the trees. They appeared to have manifested out of a very peculiar phantasm, the trunks and branches were contorted, and the trees themselves twisted in a ghastly manner in the shadows.
Each one a picturesque representation of some foul human emotions. Madness, despair, rage! All of which began to seep into his mind as everything around him started spinning, causing him to hurl as he fell to his knees. When suddenly a large group of bats came swooping in his area screeching and flying around in strange patterns.
The bats looked hungry as they swerved ferociously in the air and he didn’t want to stick around to prove it. He immediately took off running and kept going for a while but as he got further along the way and began to lose his breath, he made sure he didn’t stop until he was sure they were all gone. For the next forty yards or so he staggered like a drunkard with every inch, his body was tired enough to make him feel a hundred years old.
His darkest hour was now at hand; his spirit was broken, and his core passed its limits of exhaustion. Through the mere absurdness of it all, he fainted. Everything grew dimmer as he fell headlong to a would be grave. It must have been several hours before he was awakened briskly by the unfamiliar hands of his brawny neighbor. Who stooped down next to Michael and put his right arm over his shoulders.
“Here there.” The man said. Then he slowly lifted him up as Michael coughed and groaned, it was then that the boy realized there was a small gathering of people that came along. At the head of the pack he saw the face of his father, coming to his rescue. The lit candles gave him a sort of heroic hue as he stood there majestically- confident that his son would be all right. His hair was darker than usual, and his eyeglasses were with him as always, like a fierce warrior and his favorite weapon.