Chapter 2 - Chapter 2
Submitted June 14, 2006 Updated June 14, 2006 Status Incomplete | Okay this is a Horror type story. Sorry for any spelling mistakes by the way! Not much else to say about this story, you'll see what happens as you read on :) Hope you will like it^^
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Chapter 2 - Chapter 2
Chapter 2 - Chapter 2
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The night was yet young. Her feet rested firmly on the wooden floor. The dark shadows flickered behind the sofas and left the room a gaping chasm of doubt. To the darkness behind her she paid no attention, she looked at the dying light.
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Just as the antique grandfather clock struck three in the mourning the woman felt an uneasy presence in the room. Almost immediately she froze, still looking down, one arm in mid-air, fingers softly griping a shard of glass. Only her eyes strayed slightly upwards to stare directly at the now dead embers of the fire. She felt her chest grow heavy with fear and doubt. Her arm which clutched the glass began to tremble. A sharp an icy feeling spidered up her spin and her mouth slipped slightly open as if she wished to say something, but no sound came, only a caught breath slowly and painfully being let go.
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All was silent. The clock had tolled and now not even its reassuring “ticks” were smothered under the aura of fear the woman felt. All stayed silent….she waited, holding the same monotonous position…….until… there was nothing! She looked for reassurance in this silence and slowly her arms grew steady and chest lighter as she managed to regain her confidence in this dark room. A soft, relieved sigh she let out and closed her eyes slightly. Never once did she peer around into the dark room, as if denying what ever may be lurking there.
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Her heart felt as if it had been impaled. It throbbed faster and faster and the blood coursing through her veins made a painful ach underneath her pale skin. She heard its powerful throbbing in her ears and her eyesight quivered in sync with every beat. The adrenalin rushed through her veins now as well. She could barely sit still on the chair.
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And again she heard it, the creek of the wooden floor. Long and drool, echoing off the walls with the noise rippling upwards through the dead still air towards where the woman sat. Then the heavy thud as the foot that made this noise came finally to the end of its step.
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Petrified the woman was stuck, frozen in fear. The glass shard fell from her hand as it drew blood. She had been holding it so tight…she hadn't even noticed the blood trickling steadily down her wrists and softly caress her fingers. The sharp sound of the shard as it fell and scattered the glass jigsaw on the table sent the women into a frenzy of twitches. She was now shaking uncontrollably, her fingers and nails digging into the table's side.
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But yet she wouldn't turn around, didn't look, it couldn't harm her if she denied it….death was only death if you accepted it.
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The night was yet young. Her feet rested firmly on the wooden floor. The dark shadows flickered behind the sofas and left the room a gaping chasm of doubt. To the darkness behind her she paid no attention, she looked at the dying light.
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Just as the antique grandfather clock struck three in the mourning the woman felt an uneasy presence in the room. Almost immediately she froze, still looking down, one arm in mid-air, fingers softly griping a shard of glass. Only her eyes strayed slightly upwards to stare directly at the now dead embers of the fire. She felt her chest grow heavy with fear and doubt. Her arm which clutched the glass began to tremble. A sharp an icy feeling spidered up her spin and her mouth slipped slightly open as if she wished to say something, but no sound came, only a caught breath slowly and painfully being let go.
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All was silent. The clock had tolled and now not even its reassuring “ticks” were smothered under the aura of fear the woman felt. All stayed silent….she waited, holding the same monotonous position…….until… there was nothing! She looked for reassurance in this silence and slowly her arms grew steady and chest lighter as she managed to regain her confidence in this dark room. A soft, relieved sigh she let out and closed her eyes slightly. Never once did she peer around into the dark room, as if denying what ever may be lurking there.
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Her heart felt as if it had been impaled. It throbbed faster and faster and the blood coursing through her veins made a painful ach underneath her pale skin. She heard its powerful throbbing in her ears and her eyesight quivered in sync with every beat. The adrenalin rushed through her veins now as well. She could barely sit still on the chair.
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And again she heard it, the creek of the wooden floor. Long and drool, echoing off the walls with the noise rippling upwards through the dead still air towards where the woman sat. Then the heavy thud as the foot that made this noise came finally to the end of its step.
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Petrified the woman was stuck, frozen in fear. The glass shard fell from her hand as it drew blood. She had been holding it so tight…she hadn't even noticed the blood trickling steadily down her wrists and softly caress her fingers. The sharp sound of the shard as it fell and scattered the glass jigsaw on the table sent the women into a frenzy of twitches. She was now shaking uncontrollably, her fingers and nails digging into the table's side.
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But yet she wouldn't turn around, didn't look, it couldn't harm her if she denied it….death was only death if you accepted it.
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