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As the sun began to set on the old, abandoned house strange noises filled the air sounding a lot like a scream. Four people emerged from the shadow at the doorway of the remains of the home covered in splatters of a richly coloured liquid looking like liquidized rubies. The four figures were walking together in a horizontal line in height order. On the right hand side there was a tall sandy brown haired male with glowing red eyes, blood splattered across his reasonably pale face and black plastic rimmed glasses which had the light reflecting off them in a way that would hide his eyes; next to him was another male with fluffy looking silver hair, he too had blood splattered across his pale features and his eyes were a bright amber and glowing, …show more content…
The strange group kept walking in silence down the lonely street, no one was there it was completely dead and silent except for their foot steps. It didn't take long before it became night, the stars twinkling like usual and the moon reflecting the sun's light making the dark sky a little lighter. They kept walking when they spotted a couple that looked to be in their earlier twenties walking past, no real attention was payed to them until the woman yelled something about them being covered in blood and to call the …show more content…
"Do it... we have about 10 minutes anyway." The crimson eyed male teen said taking off his glasses to clean them. The woman was shaking at this point, you could practically smell the fear coming off of her and to the small group it was refreshing.
“Enough of this already are we going to kill her or not?” The taller girl asked very bluntly crossing her arms looking at the others. “Yeah course we are” The other three said. Meanwhile the trembling woman tried to make a run for it, stumbling as she did so.
“What are we waiting for then?” The wolf like girl then asked still grinning “Let's get her!” she then ran after the prey followed by the silver haired boy who was laughing. The other two rolled their eyes melting into the shadows and appearing in front of her, their eyes glow had intensified by this point and looked blankly at the running victim who then took a turn running down a dark alley way which unfortunately for her lead to a dead
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Loud booms of thunder impacting the ground woke me up in the middle of the dark gloomy night. I looked outside to see the dim crescent moon, while the lightning, and rain take over the night sky. One of the nightlights in front of the house began to flicker continuously. The light flickered off and when the light flickered back on, a glimpse of a shadowy figure appeared. It appeared that the obscure figure had on glove, a trench coat and a homburg hat.
The street was silent except for the occasional shrieks and screams that could be heard from the same house they always came from. Three houses down from the corner of Shelberry and Birch St. to be exact. This was obviously nothing new as the noises that came from this house were almost always the same and almost always came at this time of night. The neighbors around here had gotten used to it by now, for they knew that the noise would end early on in the night, as the owner was still respectful to her neighbors and their kids. No one ever worried about about the shrieks and cries for help, because they all knew that no one was in any danger.
Trapped Charlie woke up with the biggest headache he ever had struggled with. The bright sun glared into his eyes, and the humid air was so thick he felt he could cut it with a knife. Sitting up, Charlie took in his surroundings. Surrounding him was strange foliage he had never seen. Trees with trunks that looked like the skin of a pineapple towered above him.
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Every night at midnight, the narrator, ventured into the old man's room without making a sound, to observe the very eye at which made his blood run cold. The old man did not suspect a thing. During the day the narrator continued to go about his daily routine, and even went so far as to ask the old man every morning if he slept well the night before. Upon the eighth midnight of the nightly ritual, the narrator proceeded to the old man's room as usual; however, this night was different. As he slipped cat-like into the room, the old man sat up suddenly in his bed, crying out "Who's there?" The narrator stood there silently for over an hour, as did the old man who did not lie back down. Finally he opened the lantern ever so slightly, letting in only a single dim ray, only to see that the eye was wide open. "It was wide open, and I grew furious as I gazed upon it. I saw it with perfect distinctness— all a dull blue, with a hideous veil over it that chilled the very marrow in my bones."(Edger). Then suddenly he heard "a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when wrapped in cotton."(Edger). This prompted the narrator to leap into the room, drag the old man off the bed, and pulled the heavy bed over him. After carefully checking to make sure that the man was dead, he proceeded to chop up the body, and discretely bury the pieces under the planks of the floor. Not long after, the police came because of a shriek reported by a neighbor. The narrator invited the officers in and sat them r...
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