i hope i properly gave off the vibe of the apocalypse cause... that's what i was trying to do lol
but nooooo one ever comments on my lit soooo.... oh well
i love dystopian books, they are like my favourite
so apocalyptic environments fascinate me hehe
still working on chapter two of my little horror short story
gotta finish it before Halloween because i purposely wanted to make it for the spooky season ^^
but for now i created another little short story
just cause the idea suddenly popped in my head c:
also so spooky, 2spooky4you guys
pfft just kidding
Her frail figure somehow manages to climb the old, withered tree in front of the young boy's house. When she gets to the end of the branch that distantly reaches his window, she leans over carefully and looks inside. The lights are off but there is a night light by the door, just barely filling the room with enough glow that she can make out his figure fussing about with a bag at the bed. His back is turned from the window so he doesn't notice she is there. Extending her small hand while gripping the branch tightly, she lightly knocks on the window. The boy jumps at the sound and quickly turns around. His shoulders relax as he sees it is her. She smiles and waves. He turns to his bag and then back at her then lifts one finger, expressing that he will be out in one minute. After stuffing a few more objects spread out on his bed into the bag, he closes it and throws it over onto his back. He quietly walks to the window and opens it.
"You're early" he whispers.
"I was anxious for tonight" she whispers back, still smiling.
She is quite small, smaller than he is, despite being a year older than the boy, who is nine years old. Her hair is dirty blonde, tied up in a quick ponytail, with her bangs messy and slanted across her forehead. A few strands peak out behind her ears. She is wearing a red and white sun dress with white frilled socks tucked into worn out white sneakers. Over the dress hangs a black hoodie, unzipped despite the cold air.
"How can you be wearing that in the middle of fall? Do you want one of my jackets?" the boy says softly, slight worry on his face.
"I'll be fine, I can't even feel the cold." She giggles and leans back, more steady on the branch.
He frowns but nods and lifts the window all the way open. Turning his head to the door, he pauses waiting for a sound. When none responds, he turns back to the window and swings his leg over. He swings the other so he is sitting on the sill. Taking a deep breath, he lifts himself up and crouches on the edge of the window, feet below him now, in a stance ready to pounce. With all his courage, he leaps over and grabs the branch. He gasps as he just barely makes it. The girl lifts him up onto the branch. They then slowly make their way down to the cold ground. The boy shivers but she grabs his arm and they sprint down the street.
The night is late, almost silent with only the muffled sounds of cars buzzing on the distant highway. In this old suburb, however, no cars are active and all the lights are out. The breeze picks up, throwing leaves across the street and past houses. The boy shivers and crosses his arms, trying to stay warm. On the other hand, the girl is full of energy, running hard with her dress flowing around her, seemingly immune to the cold.
She leads him to an empty lot a few blocks down. The grass is dead and overgrown, with a large rectangular dirt patch in the middle. Scraps of wood are in piles and spread around this area. Many years ago, a large home was demolished but no new building ever replaced it. In the far corner, partially hidden under a dead willow tree, there is a small garage. The wood that held it together is weather worn and brittle. The windows are dirt covered but one could make out the shadows of various boxes and objects piled high inside. The side door gave a little struggle for the girl but finally opened. Before stepping inside himself, he peaked behind him. The street was silent and still. Not even the breeze that was going so strongly a moment ago. Everything suddenly had stopped. He takes a breath and a cloud of steam flew across his vision then quickly vanished. He turns back to the garage and sees the girl blocking the entrance.
"Password, please!" She smirked playfully.
"Uh.... Password." He smiles sheepishly but wants shelter from the cold.
"ERRNT! Wrong! Try again. Four words."
The boy sighed and adjusted his stance. "Uh...... May I come in?"
She paused and lifted one hand to her chin. Studying him for a while, she then suddenly broke the silence. "Correct! You are now one of the few lucky people to ever enter my.... humble abode."
Inside the garage, the boy could barely see a thing. The girl closed the door behind him and ran back inside.
"Abode? What's an abode?" He said, looking around. He managed to pick out some of the garage's contents as his vision adjusted to the dark. He saw rusted old tools hanging on the wall. There were many old boxes he couldn't see into but could tell were covered in dust. He tried not to touch anything.
"It means where you reside. Your home."
"But you don't live here. It's an old, broken garage in an abandoned lot. In fact, technically, we are trespassing and if the police found out, we'd be in big trouble."
"Oh such a goody two shoes! It's a good thing you made a friend like me who could show you how to be cool and was oh so nice enough to show you her totally awesome 'abode' that almost no one knows about." She grinned and skipped off towards the back wall of the garage. Here, at her feet, was a door. It was covered in dirt and the rope that opened it was stringing away. She grabbed hold of it, anyway, and pulled. The boy wandered over to her and peaked inside. Pitch darkness greeted him.
"Are we.... going in there?" He said nervously.
"Are you..... scared?" With the last word, she lifted her hands and wiggled her fingers.
"Of course not. This is why we are here right?"
"We're here because I invited you to my 'abode'. This is just the icing on the cake!"
The girl lowered herself into the hole and leapt down. He looked down but saw only darkness.
"C'mon! It's actually not that far a fall. Just bend your knees!"
The boy hesitated for a moment but for whatever reason, followed the girl as he always did. With a gust of air, he jumped down and hit the ground with a thud, falling right on his bottom. She laughed and helped him up. How she could see anything was beyond him. Noticing his lack of vision, she held his wrist and lead him down what seemed liked a hallway. At the end was a door. She opened it but it just revealed a longer hallway. The only difference was this one was lit all along the way. They continued down, turning a few times for a short time. Finally, they reached a dead end. above their heads was a door like the one they entered except this one was inverted, with the rope on the bottom. Presumably, it's to keep people from entering from someplace other than the garage. She pulled the rope and chilly air flooded the hallway. He shivered and looked up to see tree branches and sky.
"Lift me up and then I'll pull you out." She said, snapping his attention back to her.
Following her instruction, he cupped his hands so she could step up. She put her hands on his shoulders causing him to struggle a bit to support her weight. Even so, she manages to grab hold of the door edges and push herself up and out. She then turns back and extends her arm to him. The boy grabs her hand but freezes. He hears a soft sound down the hall, around one of the corners. Scratching. Suddenly full of worry and fear, he yells for her to hurry. The girl lifts him up with a force stronger than he would have imagined and he grips the door edges tightly, pushing himself out of the hole with haste. He rests on his knees and gasps.
"Close the door!"
The girl jumps for a moment then reaches back inside, pulling the door shut tight. She gets up and looks away from him, sighing. She tilts her head to face him and laughs. "Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."
He stands up and brushes himself off. "No but I might have heard one. Did you hear that scratching?"
The girl's smile drops immediately from her lips. She stares back at him with dead eyes and stiffens her shoulders. The air seemed to have changed and he felt unnerved by the atmosphere. She then looked different. Her face seemed sharper but he thought it might have just been the shadows striking her in an odd way. Yet, it didn't feel right. She looked older and angry. Why would she even be angry at him? She spoke but her voice seemed deeper than normal.
"Scratching? How pesky. Nobody listens. Nobody does what they are told. This is mine. How disgusting."
Confused, the boy steps back slowly but trips and falls onto his back. She twists her body to face him entirely. When she speaks again, her voice is even lower, approaching a growl.
"You. Do not move. Do not make a sound. Impatient. I wanted more time. But now? Fine."
He wants to jump up and run as far away as possible but his eyes are dead locked on hers. In his peripheral vision, he sees nothing but trees surrounding them. How far had they traveled? It didn't seem like much but now the two were in the center of a large wooded area, isolated and dark. Opening his mouth, his voice catches in his throat. He is paralyzed and silent. The girl walks with heavy steps towards him so that she stands directly over his body The scratching sound is now just behind the door. It sounds desperate. But the boy does not stop looking into the girl's eyes. Tears run down his cheeks as the breeze catches up again. The girl smirks but it seems to twist and distort her face. Leaning in, her body almost stretches to meet his face. She exposes her teeth, which are sharper now. With clawed fingers, the girl grips his shirt, bringing his face just barely apart from hers and speaks. Her voice no longer sounds human.
"Are you.... scared?"
She licks her lips and he finally lets out a scream. Not a soul hears him.
i'm bad at endings so if that ending sucked oops D:
also i kind of messed up the tenses a few times
but right now i'm too lazy to fix it... meh
but anyway, what do you guys think? ^^