DARKNESS FALLS ACROSS THE LAND
Characters: Iris and Locket
Date/Time: Sometime. At night.
Location: Iris's house, section four.
Rating: Probably no higher than PG-13, I mean seriously
Summary: Ridiculousness. Scary stories! Spooky noises in the night.
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"...And ever since, he returns to stalk unwary young couples. The only warning they receive is the scree, scree of his hooked hand at the window before he kills them in the same way." Iris leaned forward, face lit by the flashlight from below, as he made a hook out of his hand and tapped it on the glass coffee table making a scrabbling sound.
The living room was dark, the only light was the flashlight. Between Iris and Locket there were a host of various sugary snacks, and hot chocolate. It was a little after midnight, and sometime during the impromptu book club story reading, the lights had gone out. Iris, promising to visit maintenance in the morning, had dug out the flashlight and snacks, and, one thing leading to another, the story-reading had turned to a camp out. Complete with horror story sharing.
Iris held the lit flashlight towards Locket, since it was her turn. Almost at the moment he meant to drop it in her hand, a gust of wind shook the tree, and Iris dropped it. The light winked out and left them listening to the wind howling at the windows, and the branches creeking.
Iris glances compulsively at the window, trying not to recall the myriad of ghost, ghoul, monster and other horror stories they'd just been sharing. It was difficult, when it was so dark.
Date/Time: Sometime. At night.
Location: Iris's house, section four.
Rating: Probably no higher than PG-13, I mean seriously
Summary: Ridiculousness. Scary stories! Spooky noises in the night.
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"...And ever since, he returns to stalk unwary young couples. The only warning they receive is the scree, scree of his hooked hand at the window before he kills them in the same way." Iris leaned forward, face lit by the flashlight from below, as he made a hook out of his hand and tapped it on the glass coffee table making a scrabbling sound.
The living room was dark, the only light was the flashlight. Between Iris and Locket there were a host of various sugary snacks, and hot chocolate. It was a little after midnight, and sometime during the impromptu book club story reading, the lights had gone out. Iris, promising to visit maintenance in the morning, had dug out the flashlight and snacks, and, one thing leading to another, the story-reading had turned to a camp out. Complete with horror story sharing.
Iris held the lit flashlight towards Locket, since it was her turn. Almost at the moment he meant to drop it in her hand, a gust of wind shook the tree, and Iris dropped it. The light winked out and left them listening to the wind howling at the windows, and the branches creeking.
Iris glances compulsively at the window, trying not to recall the myriad of ghost, ghoul, monster and other horror stories they'd just been sharing. It was difficult, when it was so dark.