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Cold wind rattled against the old dusty windows, blowing the tattered carmine curtains open. The chilling breeze sent a shiver down my spine as my eyes opened once more to the dark, lonely room. I sighed as I tossed and turned once more, desperate to avoid the moons beaming glare. I closed my eyes and listened to the ticking of the clock.
Tick, tick, tick
Rain pattered harshly against the broken windowpanes, preventing me from slipping into sweet slumber. My bleary eyes found the ancient grandfather the clock that stood tall and proud in the centre of the practically empty bedroom, 2:15. I closed my eyes again as I took in the small, dated cobble village - surrounded by tall foreboding trees that provided safety.
Haunting cries filled my ears startling me, cries of a lonely lover swirling in my brain begging and pleading me to come. ‘Help. Be with me. Join me,’ It called, a melancholy cacophony of undead whispers dancing through the open window to pull at my heart. The soaked red curtains shook harshly with each call, and as each call got louder in my brain the rain began to thunder angrily against the cracked walls of the overcast elderly manor. One lonely, frightened tear slid down my pale skin, dropping softly onto my bed as my heartbeat erratically in fear, my eyes darting around the room desperate to find the voices owner.
I rubbed my hands against my face, asking for reality to return. ‘Their fake,’ I reasoned with myself, ‘It’s your brain trying to trick you, you are alone, alone in this great manor of a home.’ A manor that was once filled with light and joy, now cold and dark like the broken heart of us.
No longer able to stand the desperate pleas I scrambled up and was released from my moonlit silver sheets. I ran down the great corridor, eyes tracked my movements as I fled. The paintings whispered to one another, talking amongst themselves about the zombie that stalked their corridors. My shaking hands grabbed the rusting handle, the door giving a fatigued creak as it allowed my escape. Cold, biting wind bit at my skin, dragging me away from the security of our little village and out into the dismal forest. My legs lead me through the hazy thick fog that blanketed the moat of trees.
The haunting cries only got more deafening, no longer softly whispering they pierced my ears causing the blood to careen towards my heart and away from my brain. The rain soaked my faded sleep gown, sticking uncomfortably to my skin as I was carried off through the demonic forest. ‘They aren’t real, they aren’t real,’ I reasoned, ‘You are alone, the village is sleeping,’ I pleaded.
But that didn’t matter, none of it mattered once I had reached the graveyard. Wait the graveyard? I opened my eyes to find the old, abandoned church stands lonesome before me, looking down at me in its miserable glory. What were once divine, bright glass panes were now muted with time and smashed. It’s gargoyle sentries stared down at me, discussing whether the fearful man would be permitted into their dark, gloomy haven. Cold dead eyes met my own fearful, wet ones as they nodded down at me: allowing me access to their world.
No longer able to stand the desperate pleas I scrambled up and was released from my moonlit silver sheets. I ran down the great corridor, eyes tracked my movements as I fled. The paintings whispered to one another, talking amongst themselves about the zombie that stalked their corridors. My shaking hands grabbed the rusting handle, the door giving a fatigued creak as it allowed my escape. Cold, biting wind bit at my skin, dragging me away from the security of our little village and out into the dismal forest. My legs lead me through the hazy thick fog that blanketed the moat of trees.
The haunting cries only got more deafening, no longer softly whispering they pierced my ears causing the blood to careen towards my heart and away from my brain. The rain soaked my faded sleep gown, sticking uncomfortably to my skin as I was carried off through the demonic forest. ‘They aren’t real, they aren’t real,’ I reasoned, ‘You are alone, the village is sleeping,’ I pleaded.
But that didn’t matter, none of it mattered once I had reached the graveyard. Wait the graveyard? I opened my eyes to find the old, abandoned church stands lonesome before me, looking down at me in its miserable glory. What were once divine, bright glass panes were now muted with time and smashed. It’s gargoyle sentries stared down at me, discussing whether the fearful man would be permitted into their dark, gloomy haven. Cold dead eyes met my own fearful, wet ones as they nodded down at me: allowing me access to their world.
Creaking trees were shoved around in the torrential wind and rain, branches bare and miserable they held no life. Mist clouded the gravestones, protecting the departed identities from peering eyes of infernal nature. In a world of haze, I wandered through the vast gardens, my vision permanently clouded by the skies tears wondering how I had ended up here. It was like a dream; I had been led to these old grounds but not of my own volition. Why was I here?
The sound of a shovel digging into dirt shook me from my panicked state, as I stood fear raced through my body. I turned my head and glanced around the sorrowful graveyard but there was nothing, no one, not a soul. I panted out a breath as my hands shook, anticipating what may be round the corner – or what wasn’t. Why would someone be digging at night? In a graveyard? My mind grew loud, the eerie cries and sound of metal scraping soft dirt filled my entire soul as I stood frozen in terror. Darting around once more my eyes failed to pick up life in the distorted landscape yet the noises continued.
Scrape, scrape, scrape
Beating erratically my heart refused to calm down as the circling ravens cawed above me. Warning the residents of the danger that lay ahead. Cold air froze my chattering teeth as I drew in another breath. The cawing, scraping and crying only continued to grow in volume. A symphony of horror.
Scrape, scrape, scape. Thud.
I looked down at my feet and was greeted with a beautiful site. The antique dark coffin lay peaceful in the ground, littered with dirt and leaves. The shovel fell to the floor with a sharp clank as I leaned down and as the rain beat down on my drenched back my fingers traced with intricate patterns of the coffin. It was as beautiful as I remember. My dirtied nails lifted the crown of the coffin. The mahogany wood creaked miserably as it was awakened.
The site I was greeted with was nothing but beautiful. Lifeless sockets stared back at me as I gazed down onto the beauty in front of me. What was once beautiful, soft tanned skin was now a sickly blue and covered in maggots and bugs that crawled all over her cold body. The smell of decomposed flesh seeped into the cold wet air, infecting my senses. I leant down to cup her face, the acrid smell now burnt my eyes as I leant down to give her a chaste kiss on her sickly, rotting lips. Parting from her immobile, cold mouth I heard something, someone and that’s when,
SNAP
The coffin slammed shut.